He was worried at first, that there might have been ruffled feathers from him bringing somebody along. Although, the more the merrier, most would say. He knew that he wasn’t ready to leave Falone just yet. And Zizar mentioned he would delivering his armor today. Best to check on that. He would check on Magnus and Sirenix once they were on the road. Making his way outside, and to Blake’s surprise, he had nearly made got close to the door. Nearly coming to his knees, armored to the scalp. With one mane of a beard with a mustache, that was unmistakable.<br/><br/>“You weren’t thinking of leaving without these. Were ya?” Zizar asked, thick brows rising up at Blake, gripping some wrapped in leather.<br/><br/>“That’s my armor in all that? That must have been heavy.”<br/><br/>“Hey! I’m no bumbling baby bumpkin! I’m kidding.” The Dvergar laughed, his own beard shaking like it was billowing in the wind. “Next time, someone offers to buy your armor, you’d best take FULL advantage! I may be a Dvergar, but I don’t need much, so it en’t spent much.  Some good somethin’ for your troubles. Now ga’on wit’ yer friends there! Ga’on! Shoo!”<br/><br/>It was funny to say these people were friends. The fact was Blake barely knew anyone, so the trust in him was potentially sparse. He could be trusted, he knew that. But Magnus and company did not. Blake kept that in mind, among the difficulties of earning trust. Even from the kindest of people. Taking his new things and looking for the meetup spot, what he saw definitely what he had in mind.<br/><br/>His tracks stopped almost immediately at the sight of Verigan. He turned in rather early, so he must not have seen him then.  From his very choice to perhaps the aesthetic of his carriage, it was splashed with divine paint and made for profit. Or rather, it was an extravagant get up, the man, and his carriage. Spotting Avis as well, who seems to be introducing herself as well. Two introductions were in order. To Verigan and then Avis, “I fear we weren’t properly introduced, to you and our new companion. I go by Blake. Blake Alluria. And who might you both be?” He said with a soft smile, extending his right hand to Avis, and his left hand to Verigan. Never would he have shaken hands with his oddly bandaged arm, but he didn’t want to be rude.