Shrieky nods, his brows drawn in slightly. He's not... entirely certain how he feels about the idea of merpeople living in a lake in close proximity to humans. He has a lot of opinions about enclosed bodies of water, as it happens, "How did the the merrows come to be there? Were they happy living in the lake?"

Manticore emits a low, vibrating purr which can be felt right up the length of the arm being given over to stroking him. If he's an omen, then in this moment, he is at least a very contented omen.