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Knutik's own attention would no longer hold to the imp itself as the horn was presented to him. His eyes only saw treasure, the sheen upon its material as the light gloamed over it. From out the flat surface of the ceiling, a shadowed limb stretched out, elongated claws reached for the horn.

With a careful clasp of the tiny object, just 1/5th the size of his fingers, he pulled it back into the ceiling where he withdrew it to the shadows, and it disappeared just like that. The imp could only guess where it had gone.

To Knutik's own surprise, his thirst for treasure seemed appeased enough by this tiny trinket to let alone the female patrons [@Assallya] jewelery. However his eyes cast down to the larger man that had been seated this whole time beneath their little quiet transaction. The imp was now lost from his focus and left to his peripheral as he grew curious of this viking-ish, biker-looking individual.

He didn't appear from where he saw at the least to bear any kind of trinket he cared for, but as it was revealed already, Knutik for the time seems to be quelled for now in his lust for "shinies". For how long though, is not known; could be days, could be an hour, could be minutes.

His head tilt to the man minding his own drink. He appeared to be just another regular human patron. Knutik never questioned as to why humans from his own world seemed to fill the Tavern from time to time, he presumes many worlds, dimensions and even other time-streams in various universes existed out there where humans lived. Perhaps in another universe even, someone else here has thought the same thing and Knutik himself just comes from another strange world where these mammalian creatures live.

Nevertheless, the shadow's own capacity for thinking never expanded too far in breadth, being so singularly focused he would often just accept things without a second thought. Perhaps he just... didn't care.

He wondered though how this particular individual wound up here. Elves, dwarves and other human-look beings are quite different he can tell, but this man, at least at a glance, seemed to be from a modernish era. 

How did this man wind up here at the tavern? To be honest... how do most of them? Shy from asking so directly, he simply remained at his position and observed the man beneath him for a short time.