The man lunged forward- pressing the point of his spear against the stranger’s throat, resulting in a small line of scarlet blxxd trickling down where the blade made contact. It wasn’t meant to k1ll him- but it was certainly quite the obvious threat “Who the OBLIVION are you?!” The stranger tutted softly, gently pushing the blade away with one finger “By Azura- relax! I’d personally rather not get stabbed at the moment, or ever, preferably!” “W-what…?” He stuttered, stumbling backwards out of surprise- he wasn’t expecting such a reaction, or lack thereof…? A small part of him wondered if this man was insane, but it was much more likely that he was simply a fool… The man got to his feet, dusting ash off his intricately designed mage robes, before offering his hand for a shake “Devryne Motmalvel at your service! And who might you be?” He glanced at Devryne’s hand with unveiled confusion, before crossing his arms and responding gruffly “Irarvyn. Just… Irarvyn”
