Mikial brushes some of the mud and grime off his knees and gives this 'Solomon' a wary look.
"Hope you don't mind if I'm a little spooked by that answer, mister. If that isn't an angel over there," he points at Lexiel, "then I'm not a Christian man. And last time I checked I was fighting in an army of the Lord."
He squints at his surroundings, grumbles in Czech under his breath, and pulls off the kettle helmet.
"Mikial Adámek, follower of Jan Huss. From Prague originally."