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Ragoth's eyes turned up a bit when the soldier turned, and then relaxed again when the man set a foot back. He'd offer a smile, but he feared the gesture might seem a bit...misplaced given difference between himself and humans. At the very least he was getting the impression the man wasn't unfamiliar with his kind.

"Are you...of the Zokah?" This was an immense relief for Ragoth, it meant there would be room for him to ply his trade and maybe ask questions of his own."Ah, forgive my poor introduction. I was merely taken aback by your presence. Truly, it is a rare sight to behold one of your...tribe.I am Franz Van Burace, of the Knights of Valexia. You speak as if you do not hail from these parts. May I inquire as to what you are doing here?"

The Zokah merely tilted his head innocently in regards to the second statement. Despite his years, there were still many things among humans that were unusual to him. The whole 'introduction' thing was one of them, but he did know it had something to do with the human view of status. Had perhaps one of them acted shamefully in this instance? In addition, the man clan claimed to be of Valexia which was of particular interest to him at this moment. He was also reminded that compared to himself and his kin as a whole...humans talked fast.

"In order: while I am Zokah born, they no longer count me as kin-Vodun they call me...disgraced in your tongue. I am also aware of my kinds, appearance to humans especially my own due to size so do not worry. Also Knight of Valexia, I lived much vurther south until recently." Ragoth held up an arm, broken manacle and all to help emphasize his point...as smith he was used to certain areas having a certain styles so to him it would be rather clear. He could really only hope the human had a similar eye since he wasn't exactly adept with human navigation.

"To answer the final question, I heard rumor my kind are less reclusive in your lands. I have learned loud prayer, and I need to know if I have been Chosen or if this is merely a fluke. For if I am Chosen, I may return home and reclaim my name. Vranz Vanburace, I wonder whether you may aid me in this. I am more than willing to lend you mine own in return." Due to his kinds jaw structure, saying the letter 'f' was virtually impossible. Once more Ragoth found himself hoping he was dealing with a reasonable human.