He'd shift his gaze, but only for the bird, listening as the winged creature spoke with a type of telepathy-like magic.
The man was here to perform magic, which made him no ordinary human. Discovering the person before him wasn't so mundane, Hunter could allow his shoulders to relax, and his expression not so aggressive.
“Maybe I was here for the same.” Hunter lied, avoiding the magician's gaze by looking out unto the dark waters, already feeling the pull of the waves calling out to him. “There's magic everywhere here... and these stupid humans miss it... They'd never stop to appreciate it like you and I.” Waving a hand to the water, his tone unmistakably bitter when referring to 'these human creatures'.