The people here either didn't know, didn't care, or merely were passing the buck when it came to the Crow's sleeping arrangement. Sighing as he puts his search for his resting place on hold, the killer decides to introduce himself so people know at least who they are traveling with. While he listens and understands most people, Hilda's words cause him to arch a brow. For what she says are not necessary the words he seems to pick up.
Hilda's words according to Savio: "*unknown word*, you're furry kind... I am Hilda Awe-what's-this-I-don't-even-know, scaled. I huff meat no older scaled in the scoot, so the vase not job vase and oil. I am keeper of daggers utter Eddies, derkings utter tales. F.U. Huff questions, I am honor-bound to answer. Is good to meet all of view."
Savio looks around in utter confusion, clearly figuring that someone else will be able to point out the obvious... This woman makes no sense. Yet everyone seems to understand and welcome her words. Deciding to keep his confusion to himself to avoid looking like the fool, Sav just offers a warm smile even as his ex-target announces himself.
"Savio, a Warden from Antiva. I am trained to fight hidden in the shadows. Or for those that prefer less elegant terms... An assassin. I look forward to ensuring that our paths are always safe and our mission a success." After his attempt at a friendly introduction, the elf gives a general gaze to those watching him. Soon the awkward smile which fades into a smirk and soon a somewhat somber expression. Coughing as he moves on, the Crow looks down to the dog that has gone behind Savio the moment Noa barked. "And this is my own hound from Orlais. It has no name, but it responds to 'Dog' pretty well, but you can call it whatever you wish."