All the same regardless of what others thought of his antics Azarel was soundly convinced that what he was doing was helping in his own way. He saw little harm in enjoying the situation when it got him so many fringe benefits. He smiled holding onto his pet when she came down the steps to meet him and then after a small moment he would begin making slow hand gestures. Azarel was quite skilled as a linguist during his years within the clergy itself and often had to translate and make copies of tomes that were sent there. Heck he even took a considerable time in learning sign language since not everyone spoke the same tongues. And in this case he hoped it would bridge the gap between those afflicted and those who weren't. Whether or not she could learn it was another thing altogether but he figured with enough practice shed figure it out. After all they seemed to retain the knowledge of their languages. They just couldn't speak it. Azarel took a seat within line of sight of his fellow adventurers. He then rang the small bell upon her collar with a smile upon his face, and invites her onto his lap.<strong>"Time for another lesson little kitten. Let's see if you can tell me your name with my sign language."</strong>