Rud makes several odd movements: twitches of the body and neck, shuffling with his feet and tilting his head momentarily. Either one could be an acknowledgement of Alysia’s greeting or simply the inherent customs of his race, and the elf does not know enough about the bird folk to tell which. “Elves of kkka-aves dar-kkka-er. You are elf of woods,” Rud declares. After a pause he adds, “Lord of the waves is fish with fangs. Bigger than tree,” he turns both wings towards the receding waterline. His shrivelled lips betray no emotion, but his pupils widen at the thought of the water bound creature.