Edwyn grinned at the boy's response, and then proceeded to raise an eyebrow at the awkwardness that followed as he stuttered out an introduction.

"Tim..." he repeated to make sure he got it right. "Spriggins, Edwyn Spriggins. It's a pleasure, mate."

'Tim' quickly bit into the fruit in his hand, visibly flustered. Edwyn continued talking, mostly because he simply wanted to, but it was also partly to ease the tension he was sensing.

"Ah, nice choice. Sweet, nutritious, and keeps that bad breath away. It's an interesting color though. I wonder if we'll be able to grow something like that..."

He then trailed off, distracted by Tim's apparent uneasiness. He watched the shifting, pondering over what could be the source of his discomfort. Edwyn did not consider himself intimidating, unless this boy knew he was the son of a man who killed a giant after robbing him of his treasures. If he did not, however, bringing that up would probably make things worse. Tim seemed like royalty, though, he could be wrong. Perhaps this was the first time he would be staying on his own?

"Heh, are you nervous? There's really nothing to worry about. We'll just be learning stuff and making friends. It's going to be a load of fun."

[@Crimson Flame]