Tyki closed the back door and helped himself to a chair. He felt too tall in a room full of, for the most part, short women, so sitting down felt like a good idea. It wasn't that he was shy, or didn't like being the center of attention, it was just that it made him feel like a spare dinner.

It did make him wonder as to the status of Mistants in the lowerworld, though. Asking about somebody's mutation was apparently still considered rude here, even if it was obvious enough as to turn you grey, or blacken your wings. Aegyls tended to have wings like birds of prey, but Kreeth looked more like a raven or crow. He knew that in the past they'd faced problems, legal and social, but so had Selkies down here. He should probably have asked the Earl.