[h2][center] Garanin Stonehewer [/center][/h2]

Garanin's eyes widened and he shook his head in a bit of shock as Dolvin introduced himself, accepting the sandwich he was offered with a grateful nod. "Aye, what in the bloody hells are ya doin' here, then?! Ya coulda at least tahld somebody yew were just hangin' out at the Arcanium, the rest of us Dwarves thought you went an' bit the dust!" Chuckling as Dovlin finished his explanation, Garanin nodded and let out a little hum. "Well, I s'pose that makes some sense as well. Cannae believe I didn' recognize yah there, Ahbarer!" 

The dark elf's arrival, however, turned Garanin's mood a bit. He perked up when the man spoke about having met Dovlin before, but his guard didn't fall. One might call him prejudiced, but he was fairly certain even most of those people would be a bit cautious around a true Dark Elf. They had a reputation, and for a reason. 

"'Ello thar, sir." Garanin only passively noticed that this man before them kept his hand near his weapon, but as a fully armored and armed student in a [i]mages[/i] academy, Garanin could hardly fault him. Old habits died hard, after all. 

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