"Hey, look, I'm not here to cause trouble, I was trying to find my way to the castle and I got harassed by a few guards and now I've found myself here..." He stopped himself, chuckling slightly. 
"I also ramble. That happens." A hand ran through his ebony colored hair as he told her:
"Name is Volgorl Malatesta. I'm from...well, you probably wouldn't know where it is, but it's a small area just inside the province of Nuvansa. Don't really want to live past that border, you know? Tales from the southern part of the continent scare me half to death." He added:
"The province, not the city. But you probably knew that already." Rubbing the back of his neck, he observed the weapon once more, brow furrowing. Was she...no. No, probably not. But she had a weapon. That counted for something in his mind. Maybe she could at least find his way back through the city to the castle and he can finally get to find out who sent him the blasted invitation in the first place. 
"You do seem like the warrior-type. Much prettier than a warrior, mind you." A slight flush in his cheeks as he averted her gaze.
"I meant, well...you've got your weapon out and it looks like that dummy has seen better days, so you probably know about the tournament being held here. I got invited to it and I have no earthly idea how to find the castle. Do you think you could help me get there? You don't ACTUALLY have to come with me, but just guide me there so I don't look like a gigantic idiot roaming the streets." He wondered how long it would take for her to figure out that he wasn't a warrior...or maybe she had already deduced it. Either way, he hoped she would be kind enough to get him on his way.