Evan:
11:16, Today: Evan rolled 5,1 using 1d6,1d6 with rolls of 5,1. Talk it Over.
Evan nods and tries to see what is wrong with the man, "Sir, are you ok. We mean you no harm." He attempts to speak with him and find out what he can.
"Go 'way, go 'way! You frighten me! You're dead, you're dead!"
The man apparently believes that Evan and Khaaven are ghosts, or some other form of undead. He's either frightened temporarily out of his mind, or he really is permanently somewhat mentally unbalanced to an as-yet unknown degree.
A human, it seems, his clothing is dirty and he looks like he's missed a meal, but his facial hair suggests that he's only been here for perhaps three days...