Guess I gotta deal with this mess

Ecta looked at Altizica incredulously like he had just said the Sun was not that hot. "Surely, it must have been dumb luck," she said, not for a second believing a mere mortal could have ever taken down an Eldritch without some element of luck or chance involved.

"Or.. Index was not really as strong as rumored," she stated simply - which was another possibility.

Shaking her head, Ecta had a very hard time believing what Altizica was telling her. In fact, she now began to wonder if they might be pulling her leg.

"He did what?" she asked Altizica, rather horrified at the idea of a human eating an Eldritch like Index. The idea seemed slightly sacrilegious for some reason. Mortals eating gods, the idea was.. unfathomable. "But that's not... possible...?" she stated as she checked her memory for a similar happening, and couldn't seem to find one.. at least not here on Earth.

"Maybe," Ecta mused as she thought about meeting this Selkris for herself. The mere idea of adding this lore to her collection was indeed tempting, and even though she had a hard time believing it to be true, she knew it couldn't hurt to check it out.

"Off track," Ecta remarked curiously as she looked around the room, her expression becoming quite bemused. "I-I don't see any tracks in here... I am assuming this is an expression of some sort, perhaps?" she finally said to Altizica in a questioning tome.

Unfazed by Altizica's more than obvious exasperation, Ecta just stared at him. "Cultural classes sound like a good start. However, the more knowledge the better and I still have a lot to obtain from you yet," she reminded him.

"The arm was a good start, Alt," she said as she considered the knowledge she had gained. "But there is still a lot of information missing," she told him matter of factly.

While it was very logical that Altizica wouldn't tear off another limb for her to consume, but that still didn't prevent Ecta from feeling slightly disappointed at the fact. Her endless need to know, learn and acquire knowledge was always present. She was, in ways, like a man in the desert. Always thirsty for more.

"I can wait, I will have you know I have endless patience," she said slightly put out. The statement, while true in human terms, in Eldritch terms, it bordered on untruthful. Ecta could be rather impatient when it came to acquiring knowledge. Waiting hundreds of years was almost too much for her at times.