Giotto blinked, as the girl hit her forehead, while saying something. while she was about to continue, she stepped aside as a knock was heard. He offered her an apologetic smile, before Giotto walked back over to the door, opening it to see a man at the entrance. He narrowed his amber eyes, as he took in the new stranger. The newcomer was no doubt a warrior, certain from the way he had a sword and carried himself such as one. How disgusting...he probably killed hundreds of people...what did he want here? He didn't open the door further, and stood in the way.
"May I help you?" His voice was cool, and almost had an edge to it. He didn't want to help soldiers...he never found the need too.