Yes? that is my name. [He said softly, as if to say ‘what else should I be named?’, hi head tilted. But the man introduced himself, so he nodded his head in return, a bow. People don’t shake hands unless you are sealing a deal, so it’s okay. He didn’t offer his wing or anything.]

Nice to meet you, Doctor! the medical kind? [he asked, curious, before glancing off to where the girl had ran off.]

I don’t know! The woman I was talking to said something about an Isle? Empanada or something? Emphysema? I don’t know. It doesn’t sound like anywhere on Permecia. Oh! [He held up the journal she handed to him and frowned, wings wrapped around it.]

‘You can find your kind with this’, she said...