Ah, so this is a page. He hadn't seen one before, but now it makes sense. He shrugs at the question.

"Yes, that would be me. Though I would hate it if they smashed my keys, I don't think that would feel nice at all."

He turns to the sword. "Got stolen...? For what reason? Did someone have the urge to go murder someone else with you, or what?"

And now the page is offering him and the other possession an umbrella made of...metal? He holds up a hand as he shakes his head. "Don't think I have any need for it, no. Maybe you could give it to our friend here for a crutch to walk around with instead of lying here in pieces?"