Felih has no sight for glamours or the Echo, but he does have an ear for it, his own Echo-touched given entwined with the resonance of his voice, the way it captives and commands attention, compels cooperation. Though, it is a gift he guards close to his heart, something he's cautious with.

He simply glances over curiously at the approaching adventurer, unfamiliar with them, though there is something intense about their energy that has the fur on his tail puffing up slightly.

"Well met," Felih greets politely. "It's not often I see folk wandering out this far towards the lake."