The Jotun smiles happily, and extends an huge, burnt, wrinkled hand. If she takes it, he shakes gently- clearly, he either knows his own strength well, or is surprisingly weak for an being of his.. /size/. Regardless- he answers with an pleasant smile. "Othin, Othin the Wanderer..." He offers in that deep, low tone, his eyes gleaming as he looks to her.<br/><br/>His hand is cracked and burnt- as if he has been caught in his own flames one too many times- or perhaps even as if they burn in him constantly. It's unclear why they are burnt- only that it looks like truly awful scarring- his flesh resembling an tree charred by an fire almost.<br/><br/>"And I assure you- the pleasure.. is all mine." He continues to rumble, nodding his head to her- then to the other's. "I'm quite glad I didn't miss much- though, I apologize for my... silence, last night. I was unsure /who/ to approach- much better to make an introduction to you all, as an group, after approaching young Magnus last night, yes?"