Cedric, and his hand speaks of battles. It's easy to guess at the past there in vague terms: a fight against skeletons, something that went wrong, and scars left behind on the man's mind. That, however, doesn't begin to explain why Cedric's bosses would direct him to help dress other skeletons. Is it how active Manfred is that makes the difference? It isn't a problem that he needs to solve, but he does want to make sure not to cause friction with his new colleagues.

"Will you be all right with helping with these? They're not as advanced as Manfred." Emmrich gestures at the two skeletons who are still waiting to be dressed the rest of the way. Their armor has been piled with a little care by where each used to stand, as it was recovered one piece at a time from the chaos.

"Step back," he instructed the skeletons, and both moved into the spots they'd occupied for nearly a century until the Venatori had wreaked havoc.

Emmrich turned back to Cedric. "That's his gear there, if you're able. And you won't have to take tea from Manfred when he returns, but he is learning how these are maintained, so he will linger. I'll instruct him not to approach you."