Thus far during the course of this meeting, one person has stayed near completely silent, watching the goings-on as if he's seen it all before. Maybe he has, or maybe he just has that look about him. The rude interruptions, the rebuttal, well - they do not overly concern him, though he may make a point of buying Mr Long a cup of tea after these tentative proceedings are done.

Now, however, he rakes his eyes first over the woman that smells of magic, from top to bottom, then, eyes then slitting towards the pretty, pale little one who obviously knows more than he's willing to say; he takes a step forward, interjecting himself into the discussion and raising his voice ever so slightly above the background din.

"The bone creature, for which we have no name of yet, has taken up residence underground. It is a peaceful breed, which has shown me nothing but courtesy as it understands the concept. It is irrelevant to these talks of ours."

Oh, but Metody, you are pinned by a pair of yellow, red-rimmed irises, even as Nuada gives the faintest of nods to Glitch. Apologies in that direction, and here, blatant scrutiny.

"A robot, you say? Please elaborate."