'Roo Roo, what do you think of him?'
As the butcher was taking the last drag out of his smoke, Altashia patted the baby crow sitting on her shoulder and asked. Roo was the name of the baby crow that watched the battle unfold in front of it with keen and intelligent eyes.
'Hm? Do you also think he is weird? Hehehe. Weird how though?'
The baby crow narrowed its eyes while alternating looking at him with both its pupils at a time before croaking in a low-pitched manner. Yet somehow, Altashia was able to understand what that croak entailed.
'Hehehe! What do you mean he feels just like me? Are you calling me weird too? You can be so silly and childish at times, Roo. Hehehe.
You are just beginning to learn human language and etiquette after all. Maybe I shouldn't ask you about these things.'
