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"Oui!" He nodded. "Dead.. right..?" He would lower his hands, questioning himself if he had said the correctly.

Cyclone: “Presumably. They clearly aren’t showing up, and I haven’t gotten any messages from them yet..” he said.

"Hm.." He tapped his foot. "What do you use to message?" He lifted a brow, curious. In Zackary's village, he would've had to send letters or messages through himself, usually flying or walking. "Et comment-" He cleared his throat, restarting his sentence. "And how do you know they're.. dead?"

Cyclone: He cleared his throat. “Might we change the subject, Zack?” He requested, ordering a second drink and making sure they got his order correct this time.

He opened his mouth, but quickly shut it. He nodded once, slowly lowering his gaze. He unfolded and folded his wings, hoping he hadn't knocked anything over as he did it.

Cyclone: “Anyway.. who was chasing YOU?” He asked, twirling his drink.

He jumped, startled by the tone. "Que? Chasing me?" He laughed it off, regaining his posture and straightening his back. "I.. don't understand-" Inside his mind, he was telling himself to act dumb and play it off, hopefully leading to a question swap.

Cyclone: He raised his eyebrow. “Friend, you already said someone is following you.... what are you hiding?” He asked.

The avian chuckled anxiously, swallowing any confidence he had minutes before. "Following me-? Eh- Non, non- They're.. eh- trying to discover where I am-" He winced, realizing that sounded worse. "Non- Not like that, Mon Ami."
He sipped the last of his beer. "Hiding.. isn't the term I would use- More as.. covering up. Oui.. 'covering'.."

Cyclone: “You don’t need to tell me anything you don’t want to, friend. Everyone has their secrets.” He said with a smile.

He weakly returned the smile, nodding awkwardly as he fiddled with the glass. His wings were beginning to ache from remaining in one position, though he didn’t say anything of it, let alone dare move them.

Cyclone: “So, Uh...” He thought of some good questions to ask.

Zackery’s ears perked, and he laughed softly. "I suppose we’re both.. terrible with speaking one way or another." He joked, smiling.

Cyclone: He laughed. “Hah.. yeh. Well, looks like I’ve finished my drink.” He stood up. “Want me to get ya a refill?” He asked.

"Oh- Non, non." He shrugged, leaning back slightly. "Father banned drinking awhile ago. Another shot of liquor and I’ll be disowned." He rolled his eyes at the thought, managing to give a cheeky grin through the harsh truth.
In all honesty, Zackary would be thrown out for doing many, many things. Fight in public, for one. Cursing, drinking, using any weapon of sorts without permission, anything on illegal terms, etc. Since his father was his only family known to him, he’d prefer not to lose him.

???: “Damn... she removed the tracker. Any ideas Lief?” He asked.

He looked up, shrugging. His head was throbbing, and he barely managed to remain on his feet. "No.." He would draw his dagger. "Though, she can’t be that far, can she..?" He shut his eye for a moment to gain focus over his blurry vision.

???: He sighed, shaking his head. “I think I should go alone. You’re to injured.” He warned.

His eye shot open, and he turned sharply- though, he fumbled. "What-?! No-!" He would flare, gripping the hilt to the weapon tightly. "I’m not letting you go alone. Do you understand how dimwitted that is, Sir?"

*hans slowly walked out of the brush towards them his hat was tipped so that it’s shadow covered his face in the moonlight and only to glowing red dots could be seen where his eyes were*
Auf der heide blüht ein kleines blümelein *he would slowly sing this as he walked forward and would continue to sing the song “Erika”*