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"I guess it's all of the UK." Out of the blue, Nar begins to sing 'When a body meet a body'. After a few verses, he turns back around grinning sheepishly. "That's the only Scottish song I know. Although Jerry Rafferty is Scottish isn't he? Oh, wait! You take the high road and I'll take the low road. WAIT!" He snaps. "My Bonnie lies over the ocean! Gee, Scotland produces some really wierd music." He purses his brow, puzzling over the bizarity of their folksongs, or whatever they are. "That's handy. You know when to get yourself indoors when the mist sets in."

Nar glances back at the window. He feels just a little claustrophobic surrounded by all these animals, a few of which most definitely don't care for him. "Really? You never hear any folksy music? They don't have... festival days or something? Well, that's all I know, and I'm sure there's more of it. Maybe I'll have to look it up. I really don't know much about western Europe though. Other than the little visit back in the 60s, I've never been here. Oh... no, that's not true. I've stopped in many a port from here to there, but certainly not traveled inland. I do know some old folk music I think.. none of the new stuff. You get to forgettng where everyone's from, you know?"

Nar tries his best to stay pleasant and disarming and, surprisingly, it doesn't come off as difficult as he had first reckoned. When it comes down to it, he really desires to be nice to Vlad, feeling sympathy and understanding in his situation. Just so long as he doesn't begin to insult or taunt him over something, keeping his temper shouldn't be a problem. The realization makes him more at ease and he manages to forgive Vlad for all the nasty things he said to him earlier. At least for the time being.

He glances at the creature that seems to be comfortable with Vlad, at least. "Er... well, alright then... I suppose you don't have to be particularly interested in the local flavor." As to who the hell Hillary might be though, he's completely stumped, and he looks helplessly to Iden for an explaination.

Naraka plops himself back down on the floor and rests his forearms on his knees, attempting to keep himself together. He's trying so hard to remain calm and normal, he isn't entirely certain what 'normal' is anymore. Normal, for him, is a little on the course side, and that wouldn't do at all. He tries to recall Anala and how charming and easy to know she was. Giving a little sigh, he thinks to himself, Anala, Nandin, if you're out there, help this to turn out well. Seemingly, something has already gone quite wrong.

"Either, actually." He gazes up at Vlad unapalled, and looks over to Iden. "Are those your aliases?" If it was Vlad's plan to turn Nar against her somehow, he wouldn't play into it. She can call herself whatever the hell she wants. He looks back at the approaching creature with a little trepidation.

"Oh well, I've gone by a number of names," he says, trying to make her feel better on the matter. He grins, chuckling to himself. "Back in the 70s and 80s I just started to make up dozens of wild names for myself whenver anybody asked. One of my favorites was 'Donnie Darko'" He starts to laugh, rolling himself backwards and forwards. "Ah, but I fell back into 'Naraka' when I took up in the shop. Anyway, I think it's a nice name. Do you not like it?"

He reaches gingerly out to the creature to let it sniff at his hand, but looks up at Vlad when he gives his odd warning. "It's wha???"

"Well, I think it's nice," he repeats, "even if you don't." He sticks out his tongue at her..

Nar jumps at the very weird feeling of it's head against his hand, and then reaches out and strokes the animal along the back, touching its damp fur. "Eeeeewwwww!" He wrinkles up his nose and makes a funny, amused face. "It's gross! Like petting a wet shag carpet. Or a baby possum. Blech." He wipes his hand off on his boot and lets the creature do as it pleases. "You've got quite the menagerie around here, I'm not afraid to say. I don't know if I've ever really met an animal so.... soggy."

"Hmph. If that's really how you feel." Nar looks once more towards the window longingly. He doesn't know when the sun will be up, but he'd love to see the countryside, at least the town, by night. Meeting animals and seeing her house is all well and good, but Nar is a wild creature at heart and feels better outside, if not in his own lair. "I think I might be going out, if it's all the same to you." He looks back to the others and inquires, "Do you want to come? I won't really be long. I just want to have a look around. It's not very fair to drag me off to some mysterious country and then keep me in your house." He raises his eyebrows at Iden.