Ferrin did not hesitate to take the nearest plated meat, a nice chicken filet, and start digging into it. He only looked up from the food once he saw the Ixi move to take a seat a couple seats down, the Scorchio couldn't help but raise a brow, but he ignored it. It wasn't as though he was offended or anything, he simply had not expected such hesitation. Luckily, the Bori hadn't hesitated to drop into the seat between them, and he was fine with that.

"Heheh...she's right, though," Ferrin said after swallowing another bite of chicken--noticeably leaving the broccoli and carrots beside it mostly untouched--and moved to grab the nearest water. "Gallions are all over the place in Meridell, both domestic and wild." However, he paused when Arma introduced himself. He swallowed the bite he had just taken, setting his silverware back in place before grinning over at him.

"Oh really?" he asked, feeling a bit of excitement welling up inside him. "You're a brawler, huh? That's awesome! I love hand to hand combat! We should spar a bit and find out who's stronger sometime! I mean...y'know, after these trials and stuff are done and all that. But hand to hand's a hell of a lot more fun to spar hand to hand than it is with weapons." He then gestured to the gear he had laid behind his seat: what appeared to be a standard, regulation longsword, and a shield. They both appeared extremely well-maintained; especially the shield, which seemed to have been polished very recently, given its notable shine on the bright red, blue and gold of the Meridellian insignia.

"I prefer fighting like you do, in hand to hand combat, but when it comes to serious battles, I stick to what I was trained to use back in Meridell, the classic sword and shield. I think I'm plenty strong on my own, but put a sword and shield in my hand, and nobody's taking me down easy in a fair fight." He paused for a moment, quickly realizing he'd completely forgotten a critical point of his introduction.

"Oh, right. Heh. Sorry, I guess you probably want the introduction part." Ferrin replied, rubbing the back of his head. His grin widened, and he raised his right arm into the air, flexing it a bit. "The name's Ferrin Aren. Former Knight of Meridell, presently a sword for the small and shield for the weak. Heh. Gotta say, it feels pretty weird to be taking a job for King Hagan, since I used to take my orders from Skarl's lackeys."

He then leaned forward on the table so that he could look around the Bori, and toward the Ixi and her companion. "And you?" he asked. "I know you said your Gallion friend's Wyler, but what about you?"