Ishay was taken aback for a moment. He did not know what to say, he had not even considered that the man might not know Procellian. He thought for a moment about what to do, he had begun a conversation so leaving would be unforgivably rude. He thought for a moment about how to proceed and finally thought of English, he had studied it somewhat on the way here since the messenger had said it was the international language, but was so new to it he wouldn't have used it in most other circumstances. 

He though hard, and with a faltering smile did a na and said "I Ishay.... um?" he said gesturing at the empty chair "Us talk... Yes?"

His alabaster face was flushed, and his purple almond eyes showed his shear embarrassment about his ignorance of English, or for that matter of any other language. Ishay was certain this man thought he was stupid and ignorant.