Riku's eyes narrow ever so slightly at the winged creature. He doesn't just speak, but is fluent enough to be understood and he knows what he's talking about.

And has encountered enough humans and weapons apparently. His gaze flickers from Hope to his own knife and then back to the bird man. He knew he should have sharpened it before he left, but it's not often that Riku has to pull it out, even in these woods.

Glaring at the Tengu, he lowers his arms but doesn't put the knife away. Useless or not, it makes him feel better to have it in his hands than nothing at all.

A scoff. "What was your first clue? Do you think everyone that comes here wants to hunt whatever you are?"