Poor monk. Holy man most in need of relief. Cadderly doesn't seem terribly bothered by the outburst. In his youth there would likely have been some sort of sarcastic, instigating response, which still comes to mind, he just has the sense to keep it to himself now.

Angry holy man. Most pent up puzzle.

"You honor me." The corner of his lip twitched into a little smile when he was invited to sit, knowing his gut feeling is still leading him in the right direction. So he sits to watch, his eyes focused on the gun so he can commit as much as he can see to memory, hoping he can find some parchment to draw it out on.

"May I ask your name?"