Asran looked at Ayrie with a warm smile. “Hello to you as well. I wanted to apologize for my earlier outburst. I didn’t mean to snap like that, it’s just... I’m sorry,” Asran said. He wanted to say why he’d snapped. But, he didn’t feel comfortable talking about it. He then motioned to across the table. “Please, sit down.” He noticed his sleeve slip up revealing some of his runic markings. Then quickly pulled his hand back covering it up he was ashamed of the markings, of the pain they brought him.