[Oh hell, now there's a power he wished he had. The ability to manipulate sound to some degree is useful, but the ability to actively make people ignore him? Shit. His eyes go wide in appreciation as he notices heads turn away, and as they continue to ignore those wings once unveiled.

Goddamn. Well, that would've helped before he died. He could've gotten so much more information out. Would've made it off Minion alive with Law.

Also hey, neat wings. He contemplates that as he has a drink.]

I've heard of people with wings. Kind of a rare thing, though, where I'm from.

[In fact, other than that prison guard Magellan, he's never seen someone with wings. He'd grown up thinking it was a fairytale, like every kid from North Blue who read about the Liar Noland.]

So, what do your people call yourselves?