[That gets a strange look, for the moment. Human must be a regional dialect, some variation of Man, though he's never heard it used before (or even read of it in any books). An odd quirk, but everything about the situation is odd, and other than that the man's words seem friendly enough. Martin doesn't make a move to raise his own arms yet, though.]
Alfred. I am...
[He hesitates for a second, unsure of how dangerous it is to give out his real name-- but he was given no warnings not to do so. He settles with the name he's gone by most recently, even if it's no longer very true.]
...Brother Martin.
[That's a lot of blood, but there's far too many explanations for that to make it immediately more suspicious. For the moment, at least, Martin has no real reason to distrust him-- though that doesn't mean he won't make him prove it, first, and so it's straight to business.]
You were captured as well, then? [He eyes him up and down before his gaze turns to the woods around them. Eventually he looks back at the blood coating the other man.] And I suppose I am to assume your... injuries are the mark of a failed escape attempt.
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Alfred. I am...
[He hesitates for a second, unsure of how dangerous it is to give out his real name-- but he was given no warnings not to do so. He settles with the name he's gone by most recently, even if it's no longer very true.]
...Brother Martin.
[That's a lot of blood, but there's far too many explanations for that to make it immediately more suspicious. For the moment, at least, Martin has no real reason to distrust him-- though that doesn't mean he won't make him prove it, first, and so it's straight to business.]
You were captured as well, then? [He eyes him up and down before his gaze turns to the woods around them. Eventually he looks back at the blood coating the other man.] And I suppose I am to assume your... injuries are the mark of a failed escape attempt.