Neverwinter Forest living on a promised word

the man that greets him is broad shouldered and draped in a pelage of rock meeting sky with touches of soft earth. though ezra isn't small by any measure of the word, he feels small beneath the titan's gaze; though he is not sure if it is the titan's size or the stony disposition that ezra gleams from his assessment as if the man were truly carved from mountain rock.

ezra's body language is neutral, if not deferring: he is a rogue at the door step of an unknown pack, after all. there were certain laws of nature that were just followed, regardless. and seeing as ezra valued his life, he was very much inclined to follow them.

the man speaks and ezra's mind draws a blank, unable to make any sort of sense of the foreign tongue that he hears.

er, ezra hesitates, brow furrowing in turn. do you speak common?