Erion looked at the quilava, who handled with care because of how small Erion was. Seriously... he hated being so small compare to everyone else... but what could he do about it? It's not like there were a growth potion or anything that existed. He breath deeply, and then think. Erion wasn't that much of a common name where he comes from... and saying his name here could attract... unwanted attention. Although here, there were low chances that people would actually recognize him by his name... and if they did... and were out to get him, then they were better off dead. He was fast with his blade, and it was not like they were a army people people... And he would be with these guys for a while... He breath deeply. He didn't want to lie here. Now to hope they don't recognize who he is.
"Name is Erion..." he says. shaking the paw of Feuertanz.
"And I might not seem like it but I can handle a blade well. I... am a knight from far south. My king was killed by poisoning... and I did not want to fallow the usurper. So I moved away." he then says. Best to lie on that part of who he was. They will learn about it soon enough... but he wanted to be far from the city before even giving any clues on who he was.
"And it is nice to meet you Feuertanz." he adds. He give a gentle bow to him, showing respect. At least it was a acolyte of a known religion.... meaning he was less likely to a assasin. For the others though, less likely. That kirlia didn't seem like the type at all, being a bit scared, but that bagon... He was unsure. Man he was being paranoid... but with what he lived not long ago.... he didn't have any choice but to be.
