The other stands still and waiting as Odelia genuflects to the ground, though as she holds up a beckoning hand, the man lumbers forward, letting his hand fall from the stone to his side.
It is almost immediately that Odelia notices something off about the newcomer. His arms are too long, hanging below his thighs and near to his knees, though his hunched over posture surely exaggerated the effect. His gait was too shambling... his leg joints did not seem to move in fluid linear motion, but rather
rolled as if they could pivot in more than one direction. Though his movements were awkward at best, the man's motion was nonetheless swift, covering vast strides without even the appearance of running.
Behind the man, two additional figures appear from behind the hill and stone, gleaming in thick steel plate that clinks with each movement of a joint, though with a gesture and an inaudible word from the first man the two hold in place, far enough off for the moment to avoid presenting any threat.
As the man approaches more closely, Terri gasps and Cutlass knickers, throwing his head and mane back in a wild arc. Odelia can hardly blame them, for as the man's features come into relief his disfigurements become immediately more apparent than just his movement or balance.
Scars, or more appropriately, stitchings scatter the man's face like a patchwork leather rug. His skin is rough and pale, with thick clumps of black hair that fall down across his scalp towards his eyes. He wears little more than a servant's tattered shirt and pants, frayed at the edges and spotted sporatically with dirt. There is no doubt that the man is hunched, with one leg in front of the other, his spine seems to curve around in an arc leaving his opposite shoulder forward and his stature significantly short of his potential. Yet despite the man's many faults, Odelia cannot help but look into the man's pale blue eyes.
The man stops some ten yards away from Odelia, showing holding his arms up, palms outwards to show that he is likewise unarmed.
"[Language unknown: Ionil toat ngiv o tin nganmi... ta ouons all el dinantard es tic oldiee ospraiti.]" The baritone words are almost melodic in sharp contrast to the man's features. They do not seem threatening and are indeed devoid of emotion, the man's face a blank slate as he watches Odelia intently.
"Odelia..." Terri mutters uncertainly, fear clouding over her voice.
OOC: The man has closed to within 6 yards and appears to be both unarmed and only clothed in simple servant's garb. The men behind are still at a range of 35 yards and are both fully armored (in platemail) and are carrying roundshields and weapons, one an axe and the other a spear, though they do not appear interested in coming any closer for the time being.