Tharraleos watched intently at the man, feeling as if he was witnessing an angelic warrior emerging from the heavens directly. Between the intense light and Holy radiance, it seemed the beast was giving respect more than anything. As Raelis touched down, the mammalian bird felt the elevated heat resonating from the swordsman. Then came the gesture; a very common question as he's experienced. Coherent speech was a trait he wasn't born with, but instead learned over his expansive lifetime. He was an animal, after all, though a remarkably intelligent one at that. Though hopefully a language barrier wasn't present. First was a nod from his feathered head.

"I am capable of verbal communication, yes." He started. His interactions were first spoken in his native Greek tongue. He'd wait for a response, studying his reaction to see if a misunderstanding was in play. "My name is Tharraleos Polemistis." He went on with the same dialect and a respectful bow as well. This sign of respect transitioned into a defensive stance as the intentions of this stranger was still unknown. He had shown enough honor and at least the beast had a name now. Each resourceful tool at his disposal was prepared to unleash an onslaught if necessary.