[h1][color=39b54a][b]Tillius[/b][/color][/h1]
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She didn't answer his question, but he could always assume that yes she indeed was. What else could she be here for. She seemed a lot more drawn to his height, which wasn't the first time someone had ever said that to him. Orcs with less of their usual anger tended to get that kind of view. Eventually, Tillius learned to cater to the short-types, as he lowered himself to Roxas's level

But what really dazzled Tillius about this elven woman was her deciding to carve him a gift right then and there. Not just any gifts, a downsized wooden copy of the shield, down to the very detail of the scratch marks that lined the shield. Funny thing was that it's not actually his shield, it's likely some lad that retired and left it behind. And at the center of it all was the carved flower in the middle. 

Tillius was aware what this implied, but still, it was weird instead of a normal sculptured flower, or a mini-sized sword. That's a common choice he had seen.

[color=39b54a]"Uh...I guess thank you?"[/color] He scratched his bald head. [color=39b54a]"Would you want to keep it for your use though?"[/color] 

From the distant corner, he heard his elf employer deliver a grand speech towards the adventurers. His fluff and bullshit filters simply tuned out the rest until he got the gist of the message, that they were here to uncover some truth, whatever the hell that meant, and they were departing, the only important information in that speech.

[color=39b54a]"Well, we're breaking up camps. I'm helping those caravan lads."[/color] Tillius replied. Whether or not she wanted to come and help him too was totally up to her. [color=39b54a]"What is your name if I may ask? I am Tillius from Westernant."[/color] 

He offered Roxas what seemed to be a regular handshake, but his hand would grip and interlock with her lower arm instead of palm. A less transactional handshake more commonly seen among soldiers.

[@Visyn]