Richard didn't ask why she knew Mortimer's name. Though it did alarm him a little, he wasn't particularly surprised. It bothered him that he had one less card to play, but then he hadn't been planning on playing it for this conversation. It would mean trouble in the long run if he encountered her under less friendly circumstances, but it wasn't of great impact to his strategy. Sadly, there was something else throwing a spanner into the works.
[color=purple][i]Head's up, it's another weird one.[/i][/color]
Richard turned to look as the boy made his presence known.

He was a little younger than Richard, but they were roughly the same height. His gold-hemmed clothes gave him the image of a member of a church, though the thick leather glove and the live owl gave him the appearance of a falconer. And lastly was the boy's rather conspicuous blindfold. He heard that some monks undergo sensory deprivation as a form of training, so maybe that was what it was all about. Still, while he was certainly eccentric, he wasn't nearly as threatening as the girl, or Arael as she had named herself. Nevertheless he was another variable to consider.

[color=lightyellow][i]Mort, what do you think about this guy?[/i][/color] Richard asked.
[color=purple][i]Above average weirdness. Doesn't seem nuts like the girl.[/i][/color] The demon responded. [color=purple][i]Though, maybe slightly nuts looking at how he just walked up like that.[/i][/color]
Richard agreed with that assessment for the most part. Despite his appearance the boy was rather polite, so he probably had less screws loose than the girl did, at the very least.
[color=lightyellow][i]Think he's exploitable?[/i][/color]
[color=purple][i]Maybe. Less wildcard than the girl, but still a wildcard.[/i][/color]
The brown haired boy had already helped Richard somewhat - he'd gotten her to reveal the name of her demon and the nature of the beings around the group. If he played his cards right he could use the interloper to his advantage.

Richard fixed a small smile onto his face as the girl asked the blindfolded boy a question and wondered how to take control of the situation.
[color=purple][i]Wait a second, Kid.[/i][/color] Mort said suddenly.
[color=lightyellow][i]What now?[/i][/color]
[color=purple][i]The blindfold kid... He can see just fine.[/i][/color]
Richard involuntarily furrowed his brow.
[color=lightyellow][i]So that's not a blindfold?[/i][/color] He wondered.
[color=purple][i]Probably a magic item.[/i][/color] Mortimer commented.
Richard frowned a little. He held his chin as if deep in thought. He knew next to nothing about owl boy, and it would probably be prudent to fix that. Richard looked the boy up and down before opening his mouth to speak.

[color=lightyellow]"Say, that is a good question. But, do you mind if I ask..."[/color]
Richard pointed at the owl on the boy's shoulder.
[color=lightyellow]"Is that a real owl?"[/color] He asked the boy. [color=lightyellow]"I've never seen one so close before. And also..."[/color]
He tucked his book under his arm and made a rectangle in front of him with his fingers, moving it so that the new face sat in the centre. Pausing as if to analyse the boy, Richard tilted his head slightly for dramatic effect.
[color=lightyellow]"Yes, I've never seen someone quite like you before."[/color] He said, putting his hands down.
That wasn't a lie. The boy in front of him, as with the girl, were unique existences he had never experienced before. He wanted to get something out of this conversation, obviously, but a small part of him was curious about them.
[color=lightyellow]"If you don't mind me asking, just who are you?"[/color]
Hopefully the boy would give Richard something he could use to leverage himself into a better position.

[@Scribe of Thoth][@Katthaj]