He thanks him and takes out his old journal, flipping to his entry he'd written after those battles. He didn't document EVERY draugr fight he's ever been in, that'd fill a library, but he definitively wanted to record that first battle. He carefully places the picture between the pages so it stays safe.

"That guy! I think I saw him too," he exclaims, "He didn't say anything he just knocked something down and acted all spooky so I just walked away."

Sounded like his instincts served him well. That weirdo seemed dangerous.