â€œIts other half had a powerstone, yes. I assume this side is equipped with one as well; that is why I came to try to salvage it. I have machines of my own that need powering. I am willing to pay you for it, of course; youâ€™ve rightfully done all the work.â€ Koralheim signed respectfully.<br/><br/>Koralheimâ€™s wide eyes watched her squirm a bit under some burdensome thought. â€œYour identity certainly does matter. If a young woman does not know herself, it will be difficult for her to know others, yes? And drakefolk often get into such squabbles, so I am sorry for your loss.â€ He explained. â€œIt is my utmost pleasure to meet you, Kalama Seraphinus. Kala it is, then. I am impressed with your ability to sign! A rare treat when dealing with other species in my experience.â€<br/><br/>Koralheim adjusted himself lightly as he removed his shirt, still quite tender and unfortunately blood-soaked, which did little to disprove her assertion of his weakness. â€œI used to be a soldier, but now I am weak in body butâ€¦â€ he signed shifting again with a wince â€œStrong in mind. I should have such a bodyguard if I were lucky enough to happen across one who was offering. Iâ€™m much more in the mood for a student of sorts, I believe. I do not figure Iâ€™ll live much longer. Especially not if I keep taking falls like this.â€ He added.<br/><br/>Koralheim remembered fond times spent with Rashaâ€™s children before the plague had gotten to them, and even earlier still, the prospect of children of his own at one time. Rasha always did tease him since his wife passed over his apparent handsomeness, but he was simply not ready to move on. In reality, he wasnâ€™t sure heâ€™d ever be.<br/><br/>But for the moment, he had his work to sustain him. â€œAre you free for such a venture? I would provide the finances for food, lodgings when we are in cities, and so forth. In return for protection, I will instruct you. Does this seem like a proper deal for you, Kala?â€