Echo turned back to Fazra as she figured out his status. It wasn't the slowest process he had seen to figuring out he was mute. Especially if the other party was overly cautious, his strange movements could be very intimidating. With great relief he found these two very large people to be friendly in a sense. At least not immediately hostile. 

It was nice to have Fazra put the light hammer behind her again. As fascinating as it was to him, it was rather blinding. Perhaps the amount of light it gave off was what fascinated him. He began to wonder how many wisps it would take to equal it's brightness. The wisps were rather awkward too. They still feared him, but were content in the lantern. Perhaps he would be able to make peace with them, he was only their summoner. He found that there was a slight difference between some of them. Most looked pure white in the light that they shone, but a few that he summoned had a yellowish tint to them. He was still trying to figure out how their power worked though. He found that sometimes while a wisp was inside the lantern and he used it as a weapon, great deals of damage would be done, and possibly lighting things on fire or the like, and other times, absolutely nothing but a whack with a lantern. Wisps were curious things.

Echo bowed in response to Fazra's introduction. At least that's what he thought he should call her. She had quite a title composed with several names. Echo the mute, was probably all the title he would get. Occasionally the nickname of the masked man circulated, but nothing really grand. It wouldn't matter much, he wouldn't have much time to write all of that grand name anyways. Hopefully a bow would portray the respect evidently deserving. Although he had met others with grand names that didn't stand up in a deserving manner to them. Hopefully, she would though. The meager and selfish were quite annoying. She seemed far from either of those things. In fact both Fazra and Cyrano seemed far from it. He felt the most meager at the moment. 

Cyrano was quite a character as well. He seemed sharp, but very disconnected. Like he was living in his own world, while the current passed by him. Echo was slightly jealous as he remembered our own worlds are always the best. Spending too much time there doesn't always end up well though. Echo's gaze turned towards the trinkets that were even odder than his own. The glass orb was quite spectaular and looked like it should have been more roughed up. For glass to stay so pristine was almost as unnatural as the glow the orb almost had. The little statue person he held under his right arm was odd too. He didn't think much of it though. 

Echo was getting a little restless standing around in the Bright Road. He had already been there before. It seemed to connect to quite a few places in the halls actually, and something about it seemed different this time. Of course he probably couldn't put his finger on anything if it wasn't different, but oddly enough his instincts to the direction of the halls were mostly correct, or at least good enough to make people happy. He wondered if these two had any mission or particular destination, so once again he began to write. He wanted to try something and test the limits of his new ability. With his lantern cane he began to draw on the groundd with the same intent as writing in the air and sure enough, light glew on the ground. It felt more natural to have a canvas to write on than to just throw it in the air. He tried to write a quick statement that would still convey his curiosity. [b]"Are you doing anything particular?"[/b] With that, he would have to see what answers he got.