"I understand… I mean I know… what it means to always… be on guard. What exactly is… a Risen? They appeared… like something where… I am from… except to be brutally… honest the Hollows where… I am from are… much more dangerous… due to the fact… that they can utilize… many different weaponry… with decent skill unlike… those Risen." If he came across as rude when saying that he didn’t mean it. He was mainly saying he saw the Hollows of Drangleic to be much more dangerous than this Risen.
"Cherche? What… a strange name. Ylissean company? This place is… called Ylisse… then, or… do I have… that wrong? I am… Luke current… monarch… of the hollowed… lands of… Drangleic, and… trained Soul Sorcerer. Although becoming… the monarch… wasn’t even my… reason to go to… Drangleic." He hoped she wouldn’t pry about his reasoning to visit Drangleic she’ll most likely attack him then. He wouldn’t mind explaining Soul Sorcery to her though. He was carrying a staff that exists for the purpose of using Soul Sorcery.
Listening attentively to his scattered greeting, Cherche gave a quiet sigh. It could almost be a sigh of relief to know, that Luke was no threat to her or her company. And her spark of curiosity lit up almost instantly.A traveler of the Outrealms.
”Risen are creatures not of this world. The undead, you could say. Puppets under the control of an evil God that seek nothing but destruction.” Her gloved hands brushing together, she clears her throat and holds her hand out to shake.
”But nonetheless, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Luke of… Drangleic? My, I have never heard of such a place. I assume that is in the Outrealms, yes?” Being the confidential and inquisitive person she is, she had no other reason to not ask.