Thrasos kept his thoughts to himself as a few of his prospective coworkers decided that no, this wasn't really for them. Was it cowardice? Was it lack of interest? Something else entirely? Frankly, Thrasos didn't know, and it wasn't his place to either care or judge; they made their choice, they'd find their glory - or not - somewhere else. A short episode in<i>his</i>story, and that was it. A nod of farewell to them quickly had to turn into one of welcoming for yet another companion. This time, a person of clay-like flesh, that went by the fitting name of Tanzanite.<br/><br/>"Thrasos Eucleia" All these introductions were slowly and surely starting to get on his nerves. Lucky for him, the facial expressions of the Leonin race weren't the easiest to read. "A pleasure to have you with us!"<br/><br/>Now, they were finally getting to meet the Professor, too. And what an appearance, at that. On the one hand, the apparatuses showing the complex mind in his head and making him a living proof that he deserves his position. But on the other hand... nobody lost arms and legs by being<i>a scholar exclusively</i>. Was it a tale of war? Was it an exploration gone wrong? Perhaps a simpler, more urban accident? Perhaps frostbite? If one thing was certain, it was that there<i>was</i>a tale behind it. And Thrasos could always appreciate a good tale.<br/>Further, though, he brought along a Justicar. And by the fact he didn't even feel her presence - and that Nestor wasn't barfing rainbows - she was<i>good</i>at it. What exactly<i>that</i>meant... Thrasos couldn't put his finger on. As far as he could remember, there were no heroes from the ranks of the Justicars... no, that sounded wrong. They were an old order. Then... was the issue with his memory? Couldn't be, could it? He'd recall a well-known name better than most, surey. His brows furrowed. This was annoying him, and he wavered the thought away. As by-product, it might have made him seem aggressive towards the lady - which wasn't his intent at all, but too late now. And now that Nestor just introduced himself... he realized he'd have to do it<i>yet again</i>.<br/><br/>"Thrasos Euleia, likewise" The annoyance was starting to bleed through. Well, there went the first impression.<i>Oh well</i>. Deeds spoke louder than words. This meant nothing in the long run.<br/><br/>Hopefully.