The soldier's knife, actually had blood on it. A detail that was a little difficult to notice from its black coating with the dark red upon it. It seemed like he had, used it fairly recently. At least the weapon wasn't turned toward Masahiko as they began to investigate the situation.

The soldier would hear Masahiko, and pause. They raised a brow and would take an extra few seconds to respond.
Their voice was halting, and struggling with the pronunciation of the words. They weren't fully fluent in the land's native language, but they could at least understand it.  

"I, look for, big... man. Monster, man. He, hurt, friend."
The soldier would pause for a moment. Struggling to find the words. "Now, friend is... dry? Like, bean."