Shado smirks from behind the shadows that the cowl is producing, both natural and unnaturally. His eyes look into the crimson hues of the content within the mug that he is currently holding. His mind processes the information that Dys had given him.<br/><br/>"So you seem to be as I am. A wanderer of places with no place to really call home.", he states in an as a matter of fact sort of way.  "However, I think that you would call home somewhere that interested you enough to stick around.", he claims as he looks from the mug directly into her eyes, without her knowing he was doing so.<br/><br/>His thoughts start to wander as he keeps his eyes locked onto hers. Thoughts of far long past events surface as he watches her.