[ How strange. Kettara frowns, trying to make sense of it. They don't come from the same place and the rules surrounding magic and power are therefore quite different. But perhaps there might be some overlap, some way for her to understand this man. Part of her thinks death knight, but he doesn't shine with magic and regardless of anything else, he is breathing. But there are other, stranger powers floating among the worlds and so much she doesn't know. Some of those powers are already at work in Beacon, bringing all these people together. ]

Protocols?

[ It's said more to herself than to him. Another mechanical sounding thing. Maybe a tic of his home, something that doesn't quite translate over to her understanding. Maybe not. ]

It could be something similar. I've heard of such things, but the bodies are dead, in all the ways that matter. You breathe, you sweat. You probably bleed.

[ He's too alive to be a death knight. Bodies can be created and souls pushed into them, of course, but Kettara has never heard of doing that to a living thing. Or at least she's never heard of it working. ]

Do you have a name?

[ The last part is asked somewhat abruptly. She's offered her own, though belatedly, and this is a very strange conversation. This man - human-smelling but also not - acts in ways she doesn't understand, and Kettara isn't quite sure how to keep up with that. She preferred fighting him, to be honest, but the potential answers are worth asking the questions, even if it makes her feel uneasy and off balance to do so. ]