Angus chuckled slightly watching Vietaru and Ekra, noting the arrival of the three people from the path of the graveyard. He crossed his arms as he moved closer to the gathering by the centre of the graveyard, he surveyed the crowd, listening to each of them speak. He was thrilled by the idea of the whispers actually meaning something other than that he was getting old and hearing things. His heart sank slightly as he spotted the Darknut, 'Him again? Doesn't seem like any kind of hero I've ever head of.' He thought to himself, then again neither was an ageing blacksmith.

Looking over his shoulder, Angus' eyes widened a little as Ekra spoke up about the growling creature, not only that but she revealed herself to be a skull kid which didn't especially surprise Angus given he'd seen her wooden hand and deku seeds and blow pipe flute. Stepping forward he raised and lowered his hands in a calming fashion. "Let's try and stay calm, keep our heads until this fairy addresses us. And who says we're here to kill something? I for one don't plan on going on a war march."