A tall but lanky man would climb up the side of the mountain huffing too himself. He wore commoner's clothing, and carried a mop along his back. As the rain had began to pour down, it seemed to just barely avoid or move around him. As the water wouldn't touch his clothes, nor his skin and instead floated away off him from an invisible field about half inch off his body.

Seeing the fight going on, he looked rather confused at the situation. He hadn't seen the entire situation transpire, nearly that Ali was holding a sword out in the open against another person. He was wary, and a bit more concerned about her. 
He would end up pulling the mop off his back. 

"What's going on here?"