He sits down across from Soldat, the raven landing on the back of the chair. If he could be displaying any emotion on his face rather than a static beak it would be suspicion.

Casper does not know Russian, but he knows a few phrases thanks to traveling with a scion of The Citizen. The title makes him feel faintly sad, but he does his best to not let it show. “Yeah, I. It’s complicated.” Wait, he’s being rude. “Sorry, I’m... Casper.” The ‘sorry’ definitely gives his accent away - he’s Canadian, specifically a Montreal Anglophone.

“... Do gods exist in your world? And if they do are there multiple pantheons?”