Vulviingkonahrik made a small gesture with his wings, which seemed to be similar to a shrug given what he said next
"I have not seen a lock in an age, let alone used one. I will agree with your reasoning, as it is the case you have likely seen more locks in your short span than I have in a life time." He said, eying the Dark Elf with his old, green eyes. Then, slowly, he turned his head to regard the human with the crossbow. At first he seemed slightly amused and opened his mouth and began to speak in the same tone as before... Until he realised it was a crossbow and not a sword that had been pointed at him. Suddenly his wings slowly began to turn an fiery orange, and he let out a short roar "Point that evil boltshot at me again, and I will have myself a snack!" He snarled, his jaws snapping at the air viciously, between his teeth still hung pieces of the deeds corpse from earlier that day "And what are these, shoes... What little mechanisms are these shoes, something else to ground the skyborn?" He let out a roar, and for a moment it looked as though he was about to attack the man, but a moment later he slinked back to a normal posture, save the bright orange wings and a glare of pure anger towards the crossbow as the man shouldered it, his gaze softened though his wings remained their fiery orange "I apologise, little one... That weapon reminds me of darker times." From the way he said weapon, it was clear he saw Crossbows as the spawn of Satan or something, to be destroyed wherever they were found. "At least you named me true." He murdered. What a wonderful start to the journey this was, he thought, I've likely made all these little ones wish to mount my head on a wall...