Cyrano watched interested as the masked man gestured yet again in the air, this time in his direction, seemingly without any comprehension of the intent behind him. He was relieved when fazra was able to interpret the sign language for the both of them.
Cyrano grinned widely, tounge nearly lolling out, both at knowing better what was going on, as well as at fazra the large grey knights fine manner of speaking.
[@rechonq][@Gisk] "Masked man eh-cho the mute, and fazra the grey knight errant. Well met as you say. I am cyrano." He repeated himself. As he introduced himself again, he briefly scowled as if trying to remember something, and then ruffled his mane-thing in a shrug as if it didn't matter anyway.

"Ah! Letters!" He said in delight as he saw eh-cho began to write lights into the dirt, as if having a medium other than air allowed for Cyrano to actually understand eh-chos intent and means of communication.
 Cyrano began follow eh-chos writings, but then got distracted by a sound. 
"Hold fellows." He said quietly, and scented the air. There was a growl now to his already low gravelly voice, that bespoke a willingness to impart violence. "Something comes this way that I do not think I like..."