Chrrou's eyes open and orient on the shifting hay immediately, but his look of surprise resolves only into a bemused expression as he lowers his head. "Put that away. It may get you hurt." His voice changes timbre, adopting a suddenly more sibilant and tremulous reptilian cadence. (Draconic) "Do you speak the common tongue, or perhaps this one? If you keep that blade drawn, things will go poorly for you."