[center][h3][color=9e0b0f]Kyvir Lokerakir[/color] & [color=bc8dbf]Garuda Pacifier[/color]
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	Kyvir’s scrutinizing eyes fell upon the young Human that approached him, and his brow furrowed. The man wore a semi-formal suit, one that revealed a bit of physical definition on his chest, but was otherwise high-standard. He stood a bit shorter than the tiefling, although most did, and was a bit leaner, but appeared strong nonetheless. [color=9e0b0f]’Perhaps…”[/color] Kyvir mused internally, before responding to the young man’s greetings.

	With a nod of his head, Kyvir responded;

	[color=9e0b0f]”Greetings to you as well my Lord.”[/color] His grating voice sounded, knowing from the metal in his collar that the boy before him was of noble standing.

	[color=9e0b0f]”Seasa hab-lle.”[/color] He continued in his guttural native tongue, before translating.

	[color=9e0b0f]”Pleasure to meet you.”[/color]

	[color=bc8dbf]”It is my pleasure as well.”[/color] Garuda glanced at him shortly as he lightly inclined his head. His first impression, aside from noticing his strength, was he was also polite in return. Not exactly to the noble’s standards, but comparing to the typical Tieflings he imagined, a much more peaceful manner. And that was good for starter. 

	[color=bc8dbf]”My name is Garuda Pacifier”[/color]

	[color=9e0b0f]”Amin Kyvir Lokerakir.” [/color] The tiefling responded, not bothering to translate.

	[color=bc8dbf]”For your reputation, and for being here, you must be capable.”[/color] Garuda glanced him up and down. [color=bc8dbf]”A bit strange that I did not sense your power on the orientation day...given that you are also in the first year.”[/color]

	Kyvir nodded, acknowledging Garuda’s thinly veiled compliments as he took a few steps further into the room. Walking past the human as he surveyed the rooms interior, he added the room’s layout to his mental blueprint of the facility before speaking.

 [color=9e0b0f]”Mine is not a Val to be noticed.”[/color] His corse accent switching to his native tongue and back, [color=9e0b0f]”My [i]Nosse Orn,[/i] ancestry, has a different kind of power.” [/color]
 
[color=bc8dbf]”Interesting…”[/color] Garuda muttered

[color=9e0b0f]”Your attendance must mean you are [i]capable[/i] as well, yes?”[/color] He asked, the black orbs of his eyes falling back upon Garuda. 

[color=bc8dbf]”Indeed I do…[/color] He said, pridefully and confidently, as a ball of white Natron momentarily materialized in his hand before vanishing. [color=bc8dbf]”An esteemed to be warrior and defender of the Acity Empire, there is much I can show you. About the art of combat.”[/color] The subject soon shifted to battling, which is Garuda’s final intention: a rivalry. Hopefully, the Tiefling would catch onto that, in a way that did not portray Garuda as some sort of maniac. 

The tiefling’s eyes narrowed as the human before him spoke, and had to bite his tongue to avoid laughing at the notion that this boy, Garuda, could teach [i]him[/i] something about combat. He had been forced to fight to the death for his entire life, and he could tell by the look in his eyes that Garuda had never felt what it's like, tearing a soul from flesh. 

[color=9e0b0f]”Perhaps you can, but I would caution you not to be so… forthcoming, in the future.[/color] He responded, having paused momentarily to determine which word of the common tongue best portrayed his meaning. [color=9e0b0f]”After class, we can see what we can teach each other, yes?”[/color] The tiefling asked with an almost wicked smile, offering his hand to be shaken in agreement.

The statement has been taken. Just as he had expected. 

His lips bit as a hint of amusement slipped his tongue. As expected of Tieflings, they were indeed creatures of harshness, having endured countless test of physicality and mentality. They had their experience, and pride. And there was nothing wrong with this kind of pride. Pride after all is the privilege of the strong.

[color=bc8dbf]”Yes.”[/color] Garuda gave a whole-hearted giggle, his tone glimmered with confidence and fearlessness. [color=bc8dbf]”May we be able to find it.”[/color] The man took the hand of the Tiefling, as he shook it only once, but with a grip of a hundred men.