Braska looks at Wing curiously as he steps further into the room. He sets the butt of his staff down on the floor with a soft clunk.

"Hello?" he calls, tone light, but he glances at Kratos, eyebrows raised. He is not one of Braska's guardians, so he isn't sure he'll be able to read his body language accordingly, so just in case, Braska makes sure that his free hand is visible in his long sleeve and flattens it, fingers splayed, in a hold gesture.

They don't know what's going to happen, whether or not the man will be hostile, but Braska does not want to immediately threaten the man. That wouldn't make for a good first impression.