"Hello? Is someone there?" the man says, looking at the door that opened itself, and reaching for a weapon, both of them jumping back in fright, a clay platter shattering on the ground, as he makes himself fully visibile, in his formal armor. The man still holds his weapon, in a trembling hand, likely more for something to hold on to, than as a weapon. "So... is that it, then?" he asks. "They sent you to visit us?"