Elric snapped his fingers together again, and pointed at James, "Yes that sounds somewhat familiar... perhaps it was, or perhaps I misheard when he spoke those months ago." He gripped onto his cup as he took another swig of milk. He paused for a moment, "I am not too clear on which heraldry he had, but I recall that he was a large man, broad shoulders and was big as a barn, and his knuckles were incredibly worn, and had a large gash running down his right bicep." 

Elric placed his glass down as he stroked his beard. "And he mentioned about beating a Troll in arm-wrestling." He took a swig from the glass. "Yes, he was quite the interesting fellow."