[ Is it not the most interesting of armor? Segmented, sturdy. The corners are clearly battered by age and collision, the helm and tail lit from within by violet light; Bondrewd moves organically, methodical and precise as he steps once to the left, as if to grant himself a better view of John's advancement. To better examine him, angular and infinitely curious. ]

A nest, if I must be honest.

[ Actually, it doesn't sound like he's worried about being honest at all. Information is important, but the imparting of it is just as useful in piquing interest. ]

I have been observing it for some time, and no beast goes in, nor out. Yet, it is freshly-kept and I am able to see the very tops of some large eggs. I would like to be able to reach the nest, and bring the eggs down to see if they are viable. If they are, perhaps they may be saved. If not, well. There is always use in things, dead or alive.

[ He nods his head towards the great bone wall that has been built, a charmingly cheeky way of approving of the other man's methods. ]