[The first part just whiffs over his head, but he figures it's technology of some kind and lets it go. The mechanical engineers had given him similar reports for their ships and canons. He accepts that he won't understand and that this is for smarter men than himself.

however, the second part he understands.]

Oh! You're quite the scholar! I would have good use of you among my knights. I fear that ill-prepare thins my ranks just as much as the frostbite some nights.

[nothing weird about ghosts, monsters, demons, or spirits. not at all. He graciously takes a glass before he shucks off his boots. He is left only in the leather guard shorts and the cloak, but he is warming by the fire and cannot care. He would balk if he hadn't received this question most every week now.]

I am an Elezen. Those unfamiliar have called me an "elf". A difference in dialect, I suppose.