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Aldric could sense something wrong when there was a pause and heavy breathing. In response, Aldric let out some feral huffs, half-barks, if one wanted to call them that. They weren't nearly as loud as his howl, which he repeated with each repetition of the word "Road" in her song, though not as long as his initial howl, only a few seconds. After she was done, he let out a few more huffs, standing and moving towards the bars of his cell, leaning against the wall so that he wasn't touching the silver bars.

"What is your name, child? Or what may I call you?" he asked. His voice had a very slight accent, a sort of mix of Germanic and Celtic. Depending on the word, he rolled his R's, or replaced an S sound with a SCH sound instead, but again, it was very slight, hard to distinguish from the other accents he was exposed to and likely picked up over his two thousand years of life.

His age was strange; and while there was no official written documentation nor proof of his being that age, there was physical evidence: His bone structure. Despite being much taller than most humans at that time period, he still had a distinctly Germanic Skull and stature bearing a resemblance of how he was raised all those years ago. His eyes held wisdom some one who looked as old as he did shouldn't have, and even on good days, he rarely spoke if he didn't need to. He was a highly patient man, able to wait silently for hours or even days for something if he needed to without complaint. He was also stern, very stern; he had earned his place in many societies he'd been a part of where he hadn't committed crimes, and still acted as such.

He narrowed his eyes, waiting for an answer from the child in the next cell. He repeated his question, his voice, while stern, calm, and non-provocative. "Your name, Child. What is it?"