Koralheimâ€™s large, bronze-hued eyes watched the drakefolk curiously. The ability to sign was not terribly common amongst her people who were much more fond ofâ€¦ blunt negotiations, particularly in the younger generations that had less and less ties to the things they were before the dragons had â€˜ascendedâ€™ them to something else. Truthfully, however, they were his second favorite group to do business with; elves simply had more funds and more procedure to follow which made events much more predictable and often lucrative comparatively, but one could find some truly bizarre forms of magic amongst the drakefolk tribes.<br/><br/>Lady Rashaâ€™s was probably the most curious of the bunch, but he doubted that a comparative hatchling like this one would know much of her. Such a pity; Rashaâ€™s most recent children would have been about this oneâ€™s age, and Kekkan had been growing into a handsome man. It would have been fun to have a chance at playing matchmaker. He chuckled inwardly to himself; everyone was a hatchling compared to Rasha; at least sheâ€™d been kind enough to lay off on the flirting for a while longer. He wasnâ€™t ready for a pretty woman to occupy his mind again.<br/><br/>Koralheim raised his hands and signed back at her with all the appropriate gestures and postures to communicate that he was well educated or, at the very least, that his parents had hired very, very vicious tutors. He still felt tender spots on his shoulders from all the time heâ€™d been struck with a coral rod for missing a note during harp practice. â€œThat is very kind, thank you.â€ he communicated, straightening up a bit with a wince. â€œIt is impressive that you downed this automaton; it tried to make a mess of me earlier on in the day, Iâ€™m afraid. Do you know the names of your parents? Iâ€™d like to communicate that they ought to be proud of their daughter should I ever do business with their tribe.â€<br/><br/>He rummaged in his satchel and felt for the powerstone, content to find it not damaged to any further extent. He withdrew his hands and signed again â€œYou should be careful, though. This machine has a component in it that can cause definite danger to drakefolk in particular. Youâ€™re too kind to befall such an unfortunate fate as blood-madness that comes with fresh powerstones, miss. What is your name? Forgive me, I ought to offer mine first; Koralheim Bronzefinn.â€ he added, his signing of his name having a bit of flourish, like a signature of some sort.