The boy stopped and straightened up, stumbling back a bit to avoid the sharp end of the sword. [i]A-ah! Not what I was going for! Think quickly...[/i] He swallowed nervously before opening his mouth to speak, though it took a few seconds to actually force any sound out. [color=a187be]"...a...Ah, p-please don't jump to a-any c-conclusions just yet! I, uh, I-I can explain w-what's going on!"[/color] He could feel his voice shaking with every syllable, and he was getting the urge to either make an escape or do something equally as stupid as what he had done to start this in the first place. [color=a187be]"C-could we m-maybe sit d-down first? I-I thought it would be easier t-to deal with after a meal, so...um..."[/color] He looked down, realizing how weird everything sounded in the air outside of his head. [color=a187be]"B-because...it's getting late in the day and all...and...uh...oh, Tristyn! Call me Tristyn! It's nice to meet you!"[/color]

As he stood there realizing just how terrible of an introduction he had probably just made, he couldn't help thinking back to how much easier this sort of confrontation had been in the books he had been reading all this time. Then again, he didn't remember any of them dealing with swords pointed at them while making their introductions. [i]It's usually earlier or later, isn't it? I thought that was how it worked...[/i]