Maedhros listened with patience for one reason; the man was talking about the work of a craftsmen, and as one of the Noldor he had keen interest in it, in all forms. "But how does the shaft bear your weight?" he asked, genuinely curious. "I should think it too weak to stand the force of your descent. I have never tied a rope to an arrow and used it to hunt a deer before," and it seemed in the moment illogical. And yet he'd descended from the heavens as freely as any bird and landed on his feet.
He frowned slightly and stepped back a pace to examine the man from head to foot. For all their failings, some Humans certainly had a curious and interesting look about them. Some even had intellect and ingenuity to be remarked upon. They challenged Maedhros's conception of them at every turn, though most of it had been soured by bad dealings over the course of his stay here.