The masked creature drew more words in the air.  

"Im mutt-ee.  Moot.  No, Mute.  And not "im" but I am.  You are Eh-Cho and you do not speak because you are mute.  I understand."  Fazra hefted the hammer back over her shoulder and lifted the goggles once again so she could look at the two properly.  The other was taller than her, and looked to be made of moving stone.  A gargoyle?  She had seen one once, but half of his head had been crumbled away and he was unintelligible.  The gargoyle posited that Eh-Cho was communicating by the light, and seemed to have come upon the realization a little faster.  This did not bother Fazra, some people were smarter than her.  Few were stronger, though, that was her pride.  

"Apologies.  I am Ser Fazra Roadborn, Knight Errant from Sungrave.  Cyrano, Eh-Cho, you are both well met."  She used the courtesy speak that she had learned to represent her station as an anointed knight, as well as the nickname that other knights had saddled her with in place of a surname.