Huvrye had figured out pretty quickly that these twisted creatures aren't the same as the Corrupted he's used to - namely that there's an upper limit to their size, which means he can hover out of reach and gather some intel without being at too high a risk. They've noticed him - he's hard to miss, with a wingspan like his - but there's not much they can do unless they climb the buildings and try to jump off onto him, and that's too obvious a strategy for him to miss.

The possessed civs are another problem entirely, and he's trying to figure out the best way to take care of them when something small and furry flies at him and...talks to him.

"Uh- okay." Whatever it is, it must belong to one of the civs down there. He turns his attention back to the crowd on the ground. "Which one?"