Viatorus looks up at the person in front of him and his brain immediately translates what he sees: Elf. Clearly he is talking to an elf. Play it cool, Viatorus!

He laughs a laugh that is a little too loud, and a little too strangled, before coughing and calming himself when he realises that probably wasn't a joke about ceremonies being bullshit.

Clearing his throat, he sounds somewhat more level headed when he asks, "May I ask what kind of rituals?"