Aaron looked around. He prefered to be a goofball over a fighter. Yet he'd learned basic means of defense with a sword or staff. He stood up. Drawing his protection weapon. It was a blade that was sharp enough to deflect, dull enough to not do more than bruise someone, yet strong enough to endure even a heavy load of hits. He held it in its sheath at his side. Not wishing to seem antagonistic. Yet he didn't feel entirely safe. He felt as if the slightest wrong move and he'd be dead. Or in a fight he would lose. He was intermediate in his training at best. He looked around. He wasn't sure where he was. It oddly somewhat felt like...home. That was the strangest concept ever. He spotted the woman with her blades. Was she going to kill him? He felt like she intended to. Yet...she hadn't. She could have struck him when he was down. Why didn't she? She clearly had come with intentions to destroy. He saw her eyes and they met his. He froze as he felt this huge pull towards this woman. What...what was going on? What was wrong with him? He opened his eyes. "Hi..." He started out awkwardly. "...I'm sorry for intruding. I'm Aaron." He got out finally. What could he say to a beautiful woman who clearly intended to kill him?