"Not at all - it's - it's the decent thing to do."

Well, this - this man seems nice, at least. Very pleasant, very polite. Once the door is shut, he turns to get a closer look at him without the bluster of the weather impeding him. The poor thing is drenched, freezing, lucky to not have been attacked by the wolves in the forest outside.

Not...so very far removed from how he was, six months ago. But also much less afraid.

"A-ah - w-well, this is - Castle Von Krolock. The Count, and his son. I am watching it for them while they are...away, on some personal affairs." Frowning at the display with the wet handkerchief, he pulls one from his own pocket, clean and eggshell white with little embroidered roses on it. He holds it out with a little smile.

"I am...Alfred. Alfred Schreiber. How did you - even get here?"