"So you can speak? I'm not surprised. Sometimes the quietest of us just work better without words." The man pauses, weighing the girl's words carefully before speaking again. "I suppose you're right. I would prefer to not unearth the beasts of old and tell tales of monsters that should be left well-forgotten," he says as he points to his sheathed sword, "but as for the name you heard me shout earlier... That is the boy I'm looking for. He might be in there." He points at the great gates of the Dojo before continuing. The look of determination was beginning to set in his eyes again, the fire from before rekindling yet again. The girl could tell that beneath those light hazel eyes - those peculiar eyes for a man of his descent - he would not give up in searching for the boy he called out for. The vigour that was in his voice the first time he called for him still remained behind the mask of his own face, visible through those hazel eyes of his.