Sarrisan just barely kept his eyebrow from lifting. The man was in a largely elven district of town, yet he clearly disdained the arcane arts and then only gave his name when he realized Sarrisan was able to fight? An interesting person, indeed, if a bit strange. Raising slowly, as if he couldn't move any faster, Sarrisan stood with his back straight and faced his new, well, friend, and extended his hand. "Then it seems that we have a common hobby. My name is Sarrisan." There was no reason not to be polite.
But he still kept his left hand near his sword.
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