He started to wonder if he should remain passive or not. A question here or there wouldn't be that bad, would it? Not that he felt alone, of course, that was ridiculous. No, he was curious, he told himself, just curious about this seemingly random collection of individuals that were now, more or less, starting to behave as a group. Dynamic, and not so much friendly, but there seemed to be connections forming. Perhaps he should wait a little longer, see where this would lead, before engaging. He did, however, draw somewhat closer to the ox herder, feeling a tension grow there. He'd always been drawn to change, and this man might just bring it. Or the woman-girl. Or maybe the dark skinned.. something.<br/>If nothing came from them, though, he'd start to interact. Simply to see what would happen.<br/><br/>The slightests of smiles formed on the shadowed face while he tucked his chain of beads away. Hands now free to do whatever he had in store, he started to quietly hum to himself; the first sound he had made