When the thing spoke, Armand blanched. It was only concern for his companions, who had both expressed a desire to protect him, that kept him from bolting. That and the dim knowledge that he had nowhere safe to run if he should flee.

So following Citan's lead since it was also his cultural standard, Armand bowed respectfully. Words didn't come so easily. So while he tried to get his mouth to work, he wracked his brain. Something about the creature seemed vaguely familiar, but he had never been a student of exotic cultures. It refused to come clear, just yet. "I, too, offer an apology. I've never met such a creature as you." He was proud that his voice didn't shake. Much.

Staying in Citan's shadow seemed like a very good idea for the moment.