He pulled the last feather out of his hair and he looked at it, a phantom pain twisting his expression before he tossed it aside. The background had taken on a cartoonish bent, the buildings and trees washing out, the people becoming more like blobs of color moving silently past. Ankh just looked at the man with his face,the fingers of his right hand twitching. He raised it, the fingers jabbing at his general direction and the tattoos shifted, becoming less ink and more alive, scales growing, feathers forming.

"Who are you?"