It was a male cloud folk. Wearing a gray cloud leather armor adorned with the symbol of a iron hammer adorned with two draconic wings surrounded by a blue background. The man seeing the granite golem could only give out a help of suprise before immediately pulling out his bow in lightning speed before reading an arrow at Ilvir.
“Do not move gray one unless you wish for death.” The cloudfolk ordered.
Ilvir stood still, slowing raising up his hands in the air as he thought of what to do. Whoever this was, they were apart of an organization, most likely one led by the Sky King.
The cloudfolk nodded at Ilvir’s obedience, he kept his arrow aimed at Ilvir but asked “Who are you? What are you made of? No matter what you say to these questions, you will be coming with me and the rest of my platoon.”
There was more than one then. Ilvir could likely take this lone scout by himself but his disappearance would be suspicious to his allies. On the other hand he could just run for it right now, his arrow is unlikely to be able to pierce Ilvir’s granite skin so the danger from this single measly scout is low.