The arrival of another swordsman with more than enough proficiency to keep the dead at bay has Xichen pausing atop a dilapidated roof to reply, giving a hasty bow while he has the spare seconds.

"Thank you, as have you. Are you from —?"

Cut off as the dead surge back out of the water, he drops down to neatly slice off their arms and kick them back into the bay, glancing over to finish his sentence.

"Are you from a particular sect native to these parts?"