Zal kept his sword pointed at the skeletal man as more people rose and began to react to it as if it was not beyond odd that a skeleton was walking and talking. He listened to Skeleton speak about a a cut Zal had accidentally, through his ineptitude with a sword, made in its suit. Well whatever soul was bound to live a life in such a body, it seemed more concerned about its image then about eating anyone or anything along those lines told in stories. ....Stories? What stories? Who told him such things? Where did he come from? All these questions came rushing up as Zal began to realize he did not remember much of his own life. As he turned to listen to a woman read of a scroll that was lying nearby Zal tried to puzzle out who he was beyond his name. There wasn't much that he could even use to try and guess at his life and the as he thought about it more and more he began to notice a dull ache in his head that was slowly increasing the more he thought on his memories. He unconsciously began to rub his temple with his off hand as the woman finished speaking and then also reacted the same as most everyone else.
 
 With a sigh Zal lowered his sword to his side.
 "Apologies, waking up in field with next to no memories is a bit stressful. Even more so when one looks up to see skeletal man moving towards a young boy. I hope you'll forgive me for reacting so harshly, and sorry about the suit it was not my intent to do that." With that said, Zal took a breath in, hoping that what he did next wouldn't end with him getting his face eaten "My name is Zal, what are all of your names?" he said as he raised his offhand towards the skeleton in an offer of a handshake.