Artemus stands up strait moving out of a stance ready for battle, taking a deep breath and a moment to suppress his soulmelds once again, appearing more or less normal and not sheathed in the shape or a kolyarut or blue fire.
He turns to the newcomer and speaks clearly and loudly, "Who are you, newcomer? Have you been there all along?" He retains a grip on his spear just in case there's another fight to be had.