"Oh, right. Name's Callum. Callum Perenias."
House Perenias was rather famous in northern Cresia, particularily due to their political ties with the Cresian ruling rank. After their contribution of arcane firepower in the Great War, they were granted much of the wealth and reputation they hold tightly today. They were known for their fierce elemental magic and pious intent. Unfortunately, they were also known for their lavish conservatism. Fortunately, Callum was already disowned and falsely labelled as a bastard anyway, so he couldn't care less. And to Callum's hope, "Perenias" wouldn't be known to Xanara. Or anyone in here, for that matter.
"I'm here because uh..."

[i]1. My asshole parents kicked me out.[/i]

[i]2. It's here or I go to the slums.[/i]

[i]3. I want to stick it to all the doubters.[/i]

"...I want to learn more about alteration and dispelling to fight better." Callum chuckled at his own dilemma. "Yeah, let's go with that." There would be no need to necessarily hide his reluctant reasons, but no need to mention them either. Callum was thick, but he knew enough not to dump practical strangers with information.

"And you're..." Callum surveyed Xanara. She didn't dress like a mage. (Then again, neither did he.) He skipped necromancer and artificer. She leant on the more shaman-psyhic area. He had met very few shaman (shamen? Shawomen? He had no idea) before, so it was more of a blank guess. "Are you a shaman?"