His lips slip into a  soft smile before stretching into a grin. "Then you are probably confused to the scent of humans amongst those same ones as well. Especially one that, by the sounds of it, you've already encountered if you were captured within the past ten or so winters," his grin is just a wide smile before he tilts his head up, feeling a gentle breeze against his skin. "For fire  have mercy on the souls of those who are damned with the curse of power, and for their ashes to have mercy on the fire which clensed the  wicked  and cruel as we all will burn amongst another as equals," he whispers out again, using his left hand to wrap a heavy leather strap around the guard of his weapon, then taking the longsword and its now locked sheath from his belt and holding it lightly with both hands, cradling the blade against one and gripping with the other just under the guard. "I'll ensue combat with you if you wish to vent your anger, but please keep in mind that I'm not here to kill the one who was chanced to meet me in a field which was named destiny." He spreads his  stance and  bends his knees slightly, ready to make  a quick side-step and swivel to bring up his guard if attacked.