[h3]Jordan Forthey[/h3]

	The stranger stilled for a moment at his words - what was it, surprise, confusion, could the mysterious figure really know something of note? -, then stood fully, leaning on a manner of staff for support. 
	Alright, what can he tell from the stranger's weapon? It was a polearm of sorts, and a fairly heavy one. Studded, so quite obviously intended as a weapon, but not bladed. So, in combat the stranger would have reach advantage, and blocking of any kind would be [i]very[/i] ill advised - it'd be a good way to break a wrist or something of the sorts. All in all, a staff like that would be a bit less difficult to counter than a spear, but not ideal when all you had was a sword... 
	Furthermore, the stranger might also have magic - for instance, Art of the Warden. If that's what was in that one's disposal, it'd make a fight a [i]lot[/i] more difficult. The figure did not have the Fokon wardens' outfit, though ... just some robes that reminded Jordan of those of a monk. Well, and then there was the staff. Very monkly choice. The stranger being a conventional mage [i]felt[/i] a bit unlikely - they did usually not look like they were prepared to engage in physical combat, unless they were runesword-wielders, and there was no hiding such a cumbersome lump of metal. Smaller trinkets, though? Feasible. 
	- The young squire was not really preparing to fight; he was simply [i]practicing[/i]. Putting his teachings to use to analyze a real person, for once. Perhaps somewhat counter-intuitively, doing so also calmed him - by giving him something specific to focus on rather than leaving his mind to run rampant and get worked up further. Indeed, the effect was twofold: ensuring that he was focused rather than nervous, [i]and[/i] giving him some idea what he had gotten into. 
	Jordan knew his master also did something much like that ... just, in Sir Yanin's case, it was done in half a blink of an eye, and instinctively, not consciously. And Sir Yanin definitely did not need any calming; from what he understood, his master did not really think of anything else while he was in combat. Perhaps it was some kind of trancelike state for him, void of random, mundane distractions.  
	[color=fff200]"Who [i]--hack!--[/i] wants to know?"[/color] Male voice. Still somewhat groggy - so he had, indeed, been sleeping in such a peculiar spot. 
	So ... that was not a denial (though, too abrupt denial usually meant people had something they wanted to stay hidden, too). Neither did the stranger demand to know what did he expect him to know ... meaning there was probably a very [i]specific[/i] thing the stranger expected him to want to know. Interesting. Probably even more dangerous now that he had gotten confirmation that there was something potentially shady going on with the guy, but interesting, nevertheless. 
	Questions beckoned answers, though ... this one, he would simply answer honestly, without any hesitation. 
	"This is Forthey, apprentice of the Viper."
	Not only had he gotten his master involved - it would certainly add authority to his otherwise not too impressive person -, but for some reason he had opted to invoke him by the nickname he had heard Sir Jeran (himself the Falcon) use for his younger brother. On a snap decision, it had seemed appropriate; shady names for shady dealings, correct? What he said was completely true - he was (Jordan) Forthey, and Sir Janin was the Viper of the Glades ... but it would be much harder to track them back to their origins this way. The Viper both was his master, and wasn't, too. 
	Depending on how much trouble he managed to get himself into, he might yet need Sir Yanin's help in getting out ... by blade or by influence he could do it, Jordan was quite certain (as long as he managed to hold on his own until then). What his master would do with him [i]afterwards[/i] was a different matter. 
	Jordan had no idea, and it concerned him slightly. So, he hoped it would not get too messy.