[ The handshake gives Cedrik another couple of hints, the lower temperature and the rougher fingers--nothing on his own well-worn hands, but noticeable. Strange but still nothing that strikes him as threatening. Whatever the truth of Augustine's nature may be, it's a mystery that's better left for another time. At this point, even if he turned out to be voidsent, Cedrik would honestly overlook it.

His lips tug into a wry smile, following Augustine's gaze up to the canopy. ]

I have to agree. It's doubtful they have the wits.

[ One of the 'pigeons' nearly takes the bait, puffing up for an angry shriek before her sister reaches out a steadying wing. ]

Patience! Patience--kheeee! Dead soon, dead by dawn...

[ Cedrik clicks his tongue and takes a few steps forward, glancing back at Augustine and nodding an invitation for him to follow. ]

We'll have to keep up the search. Come this way, I've a good feeling about it.