"Hello."
A a burly, if pale figure looks up from where he is half-slumped against a desk, clad in an old chiton of a sort somewhat similar to what greeks used to wear and eyes Hercules wearily.

"I assume by your appearance, you aren't a foe. But if you are with the black-cloaked figures that assailed us earlier, then say it now, so we can dispense with talk. "