From outside, in the forests, Tajjus would hear the distinct clang of a bowl after a few minutes of silence, and he would give a small grin behind his mask. He would lurk closer to the house, towards one of its windows. He would still be a few yards away,  wordlessly kneeling down in the greenery, looking right through a window. 

His pale armor coloring would make it difficult for anyone to see him, and since the majority of his boyd was enshrouded by the blackness of the night, he would have the perfect camouflage as he stood stone still. He would be able to spectate the creature from a closer distance, able to see the outline of her figure more closely. According to the riddle, his target had wings, horns, and was quite dangerous when it came to fighting. Tajjus had to notice how remarkably tall his target was, assuming she was the target in the first place. Though the circumstance seemed to be perfect, Tajjus decided he would have to wait for a few seconds more before deeming this creature worth his effort. Until then---

Tajjus slowly stood up from his perch, allowing the small ruffles of leave to be audible. He would test this target, see if what she knew or said was compatible with his riddle. To someone looking to the source of the noise, it would be as if a pale armored wraith had just made its appearance in the window. 

“Greetings.” Tajjus said in a slightly hollow voice, which echoed a calm and emotionless feeling.