He turned when he heard her, and while most soldiers would reach for their weapon when encountering a stranger, he didn't. his hand didn't even lean towards it though it would have been so simple to do that. Instead, he looks at her, curious. A human. A witch? She smelt like magic, too, at least to some degree.

'It's fine... I seem to be a bit. Lost.' his accent was probably strange to her, but whatever had sent him here had made sure he seemed to be speaking the right tongue, at least.