Talkative

"Ah good sir! Would you mind lending a hand to a man caught within times of trouble?" the man by the side of the road was needlessly formal, he seemed rather distressed too.

But unlike how it had first appeared to Loimos, this man wasn't alone in the least, there was someone hidden inside of the carriage, their life force signature was simply faint and had been directly behind the more vibrant life of the man, concealing it from the undead, up until he got closer and got another angle of vision on the scene.

"You must be desperate to ask just anyone for help" Loimos didn't frighten him to death and used his imitation voice, then pointing at the broken wheel without allowing for the coachman to respond.

"Do you have a spare?" he questioned as the living rubbed the back of his neck, nodding his head.