He looked at the tattoos of silver that line Howl's body as he recognized what she was. It was impossible not to know what she was with the propaganda he had studied and what stories he read about her kind. However he didn't put much stock in these legends as he might have when he was mortal. He would pour another drink for himself but also for the Steward.<strong>"What do they typically call your kind then? Your elders I mean."</strong>He asked Howl for the moment ignoring the idea that she was being hit on by another woman. Mostly he found this barbarian woman more fascinating not only because of her unusual interest in him but because of her nature. He rubbed his chin with his hand for the moment in contemplation.<strong>"Also... what were you saying? About your mentor giving you no more details besides... what exactly?"</strong>