Quite a start it was to discover someone else had managed to mount this mountainous mountain of an island, let alone at the same time as he had. Nearly startling him to the point of shouting, Alexander quickly turned his head towards this newfound individual. A lean man, well toned, an excellent adventurer! Perfectly suited for the heights of danger that come with a great journey far from home. A tough sort who was always ready to face adversity. Alexander liked him already.

[color=a36209]"Ah! I see another man of intrigue and excitement has come here for adventure as well! Greetings compatriot, I am Mister Sunshine, at least that's what all my friends call me!"[/color] He called out with a breadth of humility and joy ringing through his voice, a genuinely happy tone ran about him. Every word coated with a sweetened sentiment, there couldn't be a more genuine man. 

Standing to introduce himself, Alexander rose to his full height of six feet eight inches in a very slow sweeping movement. Not wanting to intimidate a new friend, knowing that his height often stutters those of weaker constitution. He had been seated for a very long time, at least to him, and he felt stiff. So, as he rose he brought his arms over his head and pressed his balled up fists against eachothers. Tensing himself up and pushing his hands even further upwards to stretch himself, even though his clothes covered up his entire person, his rippling muscles could be seen bulging through them as he stretched. 

Fate beholds this moment by granting a beautiful ray of sunlight beaming down through the overgrowth of the tree above. Shining down on him and illuminating every single one of the curves of his musculature, highlighting a few soft beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Glistening as they made their way down his face. The garish colors of his clothing was offset by the sunbeam's golden glow, making their colors tolerable and in fact quite beautiful. All of this offset by the ruinous setting and tangled branches of the trees that surrounded him. Brighton noticed this and gave a little of his humility away, tightening his stance and flexing a little harder. 

Ever a showman.

As he stretched, he took a moment to look over this newcomer. A foreigner, seeming to be from the far East. Likely from the Land of the Rising Sun, where they called themselves Nipponese. It seemed even more likely when he took a glance at the blade on his new companion's hip, a sword that he recognized. His master used a similar sword during their training, though he did note that the construction of such a weapon was faulty at best. They used bog iron, because that country has very little usable iron. They were forced to use complex styles to forge their weapons, and it made them average at best. 

Done with his musings and, at this point intentional, flexings. Alexander lowered his hands and offered on in a handshake, slowly walking towards Tanzo. "[color=a36209]It's nice to meet you. What is your name, friend? As well, not to be rude, I will answer your previous question. Yes, I'm very skilled with my sword. I shouldn't be carrying it if I were not, correct?"[/color]