"Nice to meet you, Halden. I'm Ollie Driftwind of Altas Verde." Ollie smiled and offered a hand, still soft though his palms were peeling slightly and no doubt on their way to becoming callused. The boy before him was pretty in a delicate sort of way. His ashen skin and red-streaked robe seemed more suited to a scholar or noble. Maybe a wizard? Ollie supposed he looked like that once, but no longer, and it saddened him. Kaaruthux began to grow warm and glow ever-so-faintly. The blade did it around people he found suspicious or dangerous, which was everyone.
"I'm looking for Gydwanyth Ironhand. He was some old Brawler who wrestled ogres. I'm supposed to make a pilgrimage to his tomb to, uh, learn how to become a great warrior or something." He offered a sheepish grin. It was rather embarrassing. And being irreverent about the entire thing did annoy Kaaruthux. "What brings you out this way, Halden? Just passing through Hyydael?"
And then a man crashed from the sky. In a flash Ollie had his sword drawn, and promptly lowered it. It was just a man. "Oh!-
"Oh, sorry. You startled me." Ollie lowered his weapon, face a little bit red, and waved away the cloak. Taking clothes from strangers, after all, was how you got lice. And then he'd have to cut off his pretty hair. "Are you okay, sir? And did you just... fall from the sky? I have a little tonic in my pack if you're battered." The boy looked from 'Halden' back to Ari, and began rummaging, hoping the fey youth might have some insight or explanation.