The reply makes the caged man's fingers flutter, this time an unbidden spasm of excitement. A discovery is upon him, most certainly!

"A time before man or a time after man. Yes, that must be it." He's muttering mostly to himself now. Both hands pass over his front, feeling for anything like pen or paper to perhaps take notes before the ideas leave his unsuitable mortal brain, but the effort is given up partway in the trying. No time. Micolash must investigate further and promptly.

The tattered scholar is approaching once more, hands held palms out, perhaps a placating gesture that he means no harm. Or...maybe it's just him approaching already intent on trying to examine this marvelous beast without even bothering to ask if he can get hands on. Because that is certainly looking what he's aiming to attempt, reaching pale hands towards poor put-upon Faris' nearest hind flank, hopeful he can prod and poke. Does it have scales? Fur? Is it an amphibian? Who taught it how to speak? Are there any clear signs of Great One interference in its physiology? What do its teeth say about its diet? His head is buzzing with questions already. Too bad the only one not in there is 'may I'? Rude.