He nods his head once to the inquiry, tapping a finger to the hilt of the sword at his side. Sure, his robes are tattered and blood splattered, but it all looks old, at least.

(Since it happened before he woke up here, in what he presumes are the moments following his death or taken fleetingly before its certainty, it's old enough.)

"I've passing familiarity with battle, yes. This larger creature, what can you tell me of it?"