The bow caused him to blink before he let out a laugh. He gave a wave of his hand.

"We sit here as friends. There is no need for formality here together, seller of medicines."

Resting his hand on his leg, he tilted his head a bit.

"Spirits summoned by mages in my world are put into classes based on aspects they were known for in their lifetime. The Rider class is one of these and is for those known for having used some creature or vehicle for their transportation. In my case it seems that my chariot is one makes me one. Though I suppose my horse would as well."