The person in the armour had responded with a rather friendly greeting. Vendrick realized that whoever this person was, they probably wouldn't have known about his people's small language. He stopped moving towards the armoured figure, and coughed. "Sorry," Vendrick said, "I shod have known zat you don't speak my language." His words were slow. Vendrick did have troubles speaking the language of this country. Each word he spoke was slightly mispronounced due to his accent, but Vendrick still tried to pronounce each word with some accuracy.

The armour that this figure was wearing was much stranger that he had ever thought of. An odd mask seemed inefficient, and the armour of cloth seemed to be not hardy enough. Vendrick didn't like this person's choice of armour, but to each their own.

"Why have you come to zis place?" Vendrick said, his voice much more assertive. He didn't know why someone would even think of coming to this place when [i]it[/i] was around. Perhaps it was a guild. Even if it was a guild, Vendrick doubted that they could even find [i]it[/i].