[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/9b86ErA.png[/img][/center] Good, so they didn't pay that much attention to him. And by good, he meant [i]really good[/i], considering that not many people reacted to a thing almost [i]twice[/i] their size without making a big deal out of it. If anything, it made things a bit more convenient. And if those two were willing to brutalize people so quickly, taking slow steps did not sound as meaningless as it seemed. He found their bickering to look a bit cute. ...If cute meant barely getting at each other's throats, that was. Actually, things did not seem as cute as it initially seemed. Rubbing his hands at the news of available food, Hephaestus giddily followed Ezekiel as he laughed, his voice menacing and filled with the malicious tone most wraiths seemed to have. As much as food was not needed for wraiths and the like, he appreciated food like the human being he was in the inside. He craved for something edible, considering that he just died and spent hours in some sort of limbo that let him modify his own body for a world he barely knew about. Asking about where he was in the first place also sounded sort of logical, considering that the "character creator"-esque area did not fill him in too much with any sensible information. And even if there was some sort of information given to him early on, it'd make sense to ask around to know more about the details of the world. Not that it would be easy to ask everybody considering he did not look like the friendliest thing around, but knowledge was just as crucial as tremendous power. [b][color=ed1c24]"So I may sound like I'm asking a foolish question,"[/color][/b] Hephaestus's voice echoed as he followed the farmer, [b][color=ed1c24]"but I don't know much about where I am. What is this place, exactly?"[/color][/b] He hoped that the explanation would be simple. Then again, who was he to moderate answers asked by him? No, the time to moderate answers would only come when he gets a grasp of his power and knowledge in the strange world.