'Greetings.'

He's not... sure, exactly, what he's looking at. A man of iron and wire, the intimidating looking swords and guns. Matthias himself is not poorly armed, but his knives are smaller, and his other secret weapon is a half-step behind him. A wolf has stopped with him, Trassel also studying this sight. But he's different enough from the others, and carrying weapons unlike those in the armoury, that he feels safe venturing, 'Did you hatch here from the eggs?'