Emmrich glances between the younger man and Manfred. It isn't the first time someone's seemed to find Manfred disquieting, but normally those are neither Nevarran nor in the Necropolis ostensibly to help. By the sound of the Riftwatcher's voice, he fits both of those.

This does not bode well for their upcoming move. But this is not the time to dwell on that.

"He's a Curiosity spirit," Emmrich says gently. "Manfred, would you be so kind as to go fix some tea?" Manfred looks at him, hisses happily, and heads off. Emmrich waits for him to be clear from their line of sight before he turns back to the new arrival.

"He means no harm. He likes to help. And now he'll be gone for about twenty minutes. I'm Professor Volkarin." Emmrich holds out a hand. Careful steps, one at a time, might help. He has to hope, at least.