[arkaznor]

OOC: Ark hasn't had any real interaction with Vykkers, in fact the only Vykker that he spent any amount of time around, made him cloths. So he feels rather neutral about them, never having developed a fear of them or seen any of their malevolent sides.

IC:
Ark just stared at the Vykker. It was slowly dawning on Ark that this Vykker did not recognize him. Instead he was asking him a question and making a treat at the same time. While rather odd, Ark decided it was best to play along, less history repeated its self.

Thinking about what happened yesterday, he could only mean one (and Ark only knew of one) black skinned female Mudokon.

Snapping up straight, Ark addressed the Vykker, "I saw her recently, sir. And it is unlikely that she has moved far from the area in the amount of time I've been gone. Though, Sir, and I hope I'm not prying to much; but a dangerous task, obviously, does not bode well. And I'm not inclined to lead you to an employee, if it is unlikely she will return with her life," Ark than glanced away while he muttered, "even if she isn't the most pleasant of individuals."

Ark wasn't going to give in to, nor did he like, treats, and he seemed to have a habit of getting himself in life treating situation anyway. Besides, he wasn't predisposed to like this guy.