[i]Fenrir nods respectfully at Halbrandts words, and slowly moves to one wall of the cave. His hands remove his cloak, the dark fabric folded nearly on the ground next to the cave wall. And slowly, making sure to use no sudden movements, unclasps the buckle holding Drako, his greensteel Greatsword, to his back. He Pulls the sword, still sheathed, in front of himself, and carefully, almost lovingly places it upon the cloak, ensuring that the sheath stay clean. He then pulls out a small knife that lay in his boot, and lays it next to the sword, perfectly spaced.

Fenrir than stands again, moving back to the group and nodding, signifying that he is ready to continue[/i]

[b]I am honored that you allow us an audience, with how our people has treated your kind in the past, si.... ma'am? Sir? I am sorry I mean no offence, I am simply having trouble with a title? I am the  Lord Fenrir, at your service. I am rambling aren't I? I tend to overthink when nervous, apologies...[/b]

[i]Fenrir looks at the others, waiting for one of them to speak, almost as a "save me from making a fool of myself" way as he rubs his wrists nervously[/i]