Since there had been no answer to either his question, or the bard's requests, the dark man merely shrugged his shoulders, resettling the feather cloak around himself.  He began to look at how his new companions were dressed.  Boots - he had seen them before, but they were not something he had found a use for.  For now, the soles of his feet were not protesting the hard-pack of the road.  Clothing seemed to vary as much as the shapes of those around him, and he briefly considered the usefulness of a hood - before discarding it as too much of a hassle to deal with.  For now, he would be content to let the open air have free reign.