Barrow Fields guzila

He halted once he was a respectful distance away. Close enough to not have to yell at each other but far enough to have more than enough personal space. Their words struck him as...odd. He was not even entirely sure how to repeat what they said if he wanted to ask about it.

I'm...sorry. I'm not sure I understood what you said. His brows furrowed and his words held a touch of embarrassment. It felt rude in a way to just waltz up (as he had been the one to initiate contact) and then have no clue what on earth they had just said. He decided there was really only one way to find out. Would you be willing to repeat it?