To Gaultier's eyes, Obi Wan has the look of a cleric of some kind; and though his hands are free of holy chimes, the armored knight is swift to suspicion. But... that is not to say he's forgotten his manners, or the gravity of his holy mission.

He flips up his visor a little, squinting after the figure. It had been so long since he'd seen an unhollowed man that he almost didn't trust his eyes. Where was his grave-withered skin? Had he not yet perished -- or was it some Vinheim sorcery?

Too well-mannered to ask outright, he slowly moved his hand to the hilt of his sword - a display for the other to see, an obvious but polite warning. "Name your allegiance, sir! I am Gaultier de la Guerre, Unkindled ash, and I offer no harm to those who would not stay me from my holy purpose."