Finished with his own arms and armor, Brulhaus cleared his throat. Granted, it sounded like a rumbling bull, but he DID look sheepish after the fact. The looks suggested that he should probably come out and say it. While he'd gotten by on gestures and body language on the way here, it looked like it was finally time to speak. And so, in an incomprehensible reachman's accent, he piped up:

"Anyain else want me tae gie thar geur a ance ower?"