[color=goldenrod][i][h2][center]Gerard Segremors[/center][/h2][/i][/color]

[@Psyker Landshark][@Raineh Daze][@The Otter]

[color=goldenrod]"Gerard,"[/color] He added with a nod, slipping the name in within the space allowed by Renar's own introductions and subsequent spearheading of the conversation. [color=goldenrod]"Pleasure."[/color]

Like a kid stumbling their way through meeting someone from the other side of the village for the first time, this one. He'd heard elves kept their youth for ages compared to humans, spending multiples of his own lifetime in their physical prime. Did that extend to their personalities as well? Or was she just shy?

...

As he watched on, happy to let Renar's more eloquent tongue lead the conversation, he strove to make some connections within his experience.

Dame Shanil wasn't one much for talking, either, come to think of it. Not nearly so easily set off her center, though— where Lilia was stumbling all over herself to try and engage, the former would scoff, snort, and refuse to without apparent care in the world. Who else could he look at here... right, Morianne. The troubadour was many things— Blunt. Brash. Ostentatious as a rule. You couldn't get more different than you tried from the Gentle Blade's daughter between the two.

So he could rule it out as just an "elf" thing, then. In that case, had to be the shy type.

Still... beneath the quivering, hiding, and stammering, it had taken Fionn's presence of mind and deft sense of prediction to evade her forehead ramming down into the top of his skull, and her clothing (while weird and arguably unseasonable even for Thaln) revealed a frame that was wiry and lean, not just thin and untrained.

His eyes narrowed, just a little. 

This wasn't the Gentle Blade for certain— she lacked the crispness and command to her movement and bearing even if you accounted for the sudden tanning (did she piss off lady Reon?) that set her visage apart. Any idiot could garner that much... but he was the right type of idiot to notice that she was still [i]quick[/i] when her nerves ran things on automatic. This was far from ordinary.

You know, she'd probably been standing more normally in the moment Fionn had kicked the door open, too. 

[color=goldenrod]"I thought that was bullshit,"[/color] he cut in, in response to his fellow ex-merc. [color=goldenrod]"Just some 'go fetch us the shield wash, fresh meat' type of story. See what you can get the new guys to believe."[/color]