Mithias recovers from the pain fairly quickly. He was getting used to this kind of treatment. The fact that he was transported to yet another extremely weird land was also, not a surprise. Once he oriented himself, he took a seat. He hadn't noticed the young man until he spoke, although usually, that would be odd for his elite senses. He hung his head, noting the loss of weight in his pocket. 

"I am Mithias Varomere, a vampire. I am sorry for invading your realm. I got here because, I died... again." The speach was getting wrote by now. "Please, just please don't cause me a lot of pain, whatever you do to me. I fear the repetition is beginning to shatter my sanity."