[color=8882be][i]Mot noticed the arrival and actions of the others, and appreciated the general caution of the group, and more specifically the distinct lack of aggression. Mot nodded his thanks to the angel, though he was somewhat dubious of having her along, he wasn't about to say no to anyone willing to aid him. The birds would be nice, though he wished she'd stop spending so much of her self for the group, that hadn't even decided what to do about each other. He decided to be ready to do what he could defend the angel, or at least lash out at any rash attackers, since defense wasn't something he did well. He thought back to the time he'd spent on the Isle of Drexlrun, a dismal place almost always covered in fog, but also a cool place that Mot had enjoyed immensely. He did not spend his mana yet, that would come later, if at all. He really hoped to avoid a fight, but he wasn't about to get caught flat footed if one broke out.

Then he heard a voice and opened his eyes looking directly at the speaker. So the little girl had the gall to be both suspicious and arrogant, that suited Mot just fine, he liked reminding the arrogant of their weaknesses, but this one would have to wait, there were other things to be seen too. Starting a duel here and now would accomplish nothing and waste much. She wanted his motives, and hadn't bothered to even manufacture a name, very well, let's see if she really knows what she wants and just how bad she wants it.[/i][/color]

[color=6ecff6]I do not care about you and your petty whims [i]little girl[/i], until you make the mistake of trying to get in my way. If you do not care who took the plane, that is your business, and so long as you cause me no trouble you may go and make yourself queen of the plane if you so desire. It will not cause me even a second thought. To answer your first question, [i]little girl[/i], I mind the lack of a plane much less than I mind the fact that someone apparently thinks that they can steal something from me and get away with it. Does that satisfy you [i]little girl[/i]?[/color]

[color=8882be][i]He might have used her name, if she had given one, but she hadn't. Every time he addressed her specifically, his tone belied a sneer of contempt behind his mask. Mot was not the least bit worried about this girl and her suspicions, if she wanted to be left alone that was her problem and he was quite happy to oblige her. Mot turned his masked face towards the other two, who had not yet spoke and awaited their reply, ignoring any response from the little girl that came short of an outright attack.[/i][/color]

[b]In the surrounding woods[/b]
[color=8882be][i]The birds had been unexpected, Grud hoped he hadn't been noticed. His scout had reported a number of viable creatures in the area, and he'd come to see for himself. He hadn't expected a planeswalker, that would fetch a pretty price indeed. He slipped away quietly, avoiding the birds as well as he could. He'd need help for this job, and he new just who to get.[/i][/color]