Emil blinked with confusion as the man with the black cowl and sword removed his headwear, revealing himself to be none other than Tristan Baske. He exchanged a glance with Tork, who had caught up by that point and responded with a roll of the eyes and a grunt. Emil had no idea who the other one was, with the pitchfork- he certainly didn't work for the Aviary, though his seeming friendship with Greytail might have suggested otherwise. Both of them seemed to be trying to get on his side- the pitchfork wielding lad calling him a lord, and the actual lordling trying to spin him a lie.

[color=#008080][b]"I'd think that stryx handlers and thieves would be tucked away in bed by now. A shame really... I really didn't want to run into anyone just yet."[/b][/color]

[color=lightblue]"A shame, yes."[/color] Emil responded somewhat sarcastically as he idly stroked the wing feathers of the vicious bird at his side. 

[color=#008080][b]"But seriously. Don't go running for help. I'm not a cold-blooded thief like that guy over there. I only wanted to borrow this stryx for a little bit. I promise I was going to tell you."[/b][/color]

At this, Emil laughed a mirthless laugh, [color=lightblue]"Oh, yes right, of course you were. I assume you were just going to leave a little note signed and sealed on our doorstep yes?"[/color]

At this point, Tork, the Aviary guard turned to Rylan, "Oi, you there. Ye might be fast, but do you think yer farster than my crossbow? Stay where you are." With a huff, Tork regarded Emil, this time with his eyes firmly locked on Rylan. "Emil, whats the plan eh? Cut their hands off or leave em to the Stryxes? Don't much like thieves or thieving bastards."

[color=lightblue]"What I'm more interested in,"[/color] Emil replied, responding to Tork and addressing Tristan at the same time, [color=lightblue]"Is what an untrained layabout wants with a Stryx denmother, other than to feed himself to her when she gets hungry."[/color]

While the Durand Stryxes were domesticated enough to the point where they wouldn't actively eat humans, chances were these two didn't know about it. At least, Emil assumed they wouldn't know. Tristan was trying to take one of their female Stryxes- which, while larger and more powerful than the males, were considerably more stationary- similar to male lions, and made poorer mounts than their smaller male counterparts. Tristan must've thought the bigger Stryxes were the better stryx, which was why he was trying to steal one of their females- arguably the most valuable Stryxes in the entire Aviary.

[color=lightblue]"So, Lord Baske, of what need do you have of a Stryx?"[/color]