[Quiet Man Cometh]

"That you do," Quiet stated without turning, and instead finished her combination of movments, pausing to take a breath before standing straight again and holding the sword to her side where a sheath might have been if she were wearing one.

"Lack familiarity I mean. I am not of this planet either. My home is Kalin."

Quiet looked the man up and down, curious about his notable -and rather obvious- animalian features. Such people did not exist on her own planet, and his admission of not being familiar with the people of Quesaria ruled out that he might be one of the feryxonis she had heard talk of. She had even seen a few, but none yet with painted faces.

Most of them she had left bleeding.

"Thank you for the compliment," she continued, before her staring would become rude, "and yes I do spar. Are you looking for a partner?"

She lifted her feathered wings slightly, in something equivalent to a shrug that was mimiced by the much smaller pair that sprouted from her sandaled feet.