Noting the Drow womans difficulty with the common tongue, he just nodded. The Drow held little fear for him, since he was not quite a normal person, himself. "Gale." The man said, bowing his head as a sign of respect, rather then fear. His body language had a sort of casualness to it, despite standing head to toe in hide armor. "Pleasure to meet you both, I hope i'm not intruding on anything." When she gestured to the chair, he would take his seat. The Drow was pretty, but he was not here to flirt. The masked woman... She was odd, strange in comparison, but his stare did not linger for longer then it took to take in her features. He said nothing more for now, instead waiting to see what the Drows companion had to say, if anything.