Voph spotted the other individual as he crested the hill, and paused to survey the land before him.  When he saw that the other individual had stopped, and was watching him, he continued forward to approach the man.  "Greetings, Traveler," Voph said, his voice muffled and distorted by the helmet he wore.  He came to a stop near the other man, and uncorked his canteen to take a drink, pulling his helmet up far enough to reveal his stubble covered chin and mouth.

	As his helmet was dropped back into place, Voph's eyes played about the man's figure, noting the sword, armor, and tattoos.  Perhaps a native, could be another foreigner like him.  Either way, this man clearly meant business.  Voph returned his canteen to his belt, and rested his hand on the butt of his pistol, displayed prominently at his waist.  Yet in spite of holding such a confrontational stance, Voph seemed well at ease.  "What brings you to these parts?"

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