It seemed the other person was cautious as well, but seemed to collapse like a house of cards at more than a cursory look. After he mentioned the other's weapon, though, Emlyn, it seemed his name was, perked up. It seemed he was proud of his chakram. Mirror, he called it. Mirror. He had to hold back a grin, but at least it wasn't some childish name that would surely be regretted a few years hence. And it certainly was interesting. A chakram would allow Emlyn to fight both up close and at range. He'd truly be a force to be reckoned with. Hopefully things wouldn't go miserably between the two. That was probably the one thing Auriel feared: making enemies with other people. Grimm he could handle, they were beasts and little more. People were cunning, twisted and cruel. 

Emlyn's comment about Auriel's weapons went unanswered. Sturdy. Retro. Weather look. He knew what Emlyn meant, he wasn't stupid. He could answer with a scathing reply as his weapons master once did to another student, but he didn't care. All that mattered were results, and nobody would think twice on insulting his sword once they could see what it was capable of. And of course he was weathered, what did Emlyn expect, a herd of children in shining armor? No, a knight with shining armor was only a knight who'd never had his mettle tested. Scars littered Auriel's body and his armor had been patched and remade so many times that he doubted any part of it remained of what armor he'd first made years before.

'Second of three children to a fine couple of warriors, and soon to be legend among this rag tag community of ours.' Auriel's lip twitched upward and he let out a breath slowly, leaving his lungs empty for a few seconds before resuming his breathing as normal. Full name, placed emphasis on his lineage and place within that lineage, and he already considered himself to be among the best. This guy was almost certainly born to a longstanding, wealthy family. Perhaps a famous hunter and huntress? Ampelios...he couldn't recall anything related to that name. Still, if Emlyn had the skill to get into Beacon, there was no point in judging him based on his disposition. You had to be a fine warrior just to have a chance to get here, and to do so with a weapon as bizarre and unconventional as a chakram was a feat all its own.

"Well, Emlyn, I agree that it's a pleasure to meet you. Legends or no, we have artifacts to collect. Considering our proximity to where we started..." He turned to where they had all come from and sighed, "I think we had best get moving."