In deference, since these men were all older than him and therefore, in his mind, would be considered elders, he mimicked the salute that Azureus gave. He didnâ€™t know what a myrmidon was or who Achilles was, but it appeared to be a source of pride for the man. Nor did he really comprehend what a Canadian division was, who princess Patricia might be, or even was an infantry might be. They werenâ€™t terms he needed in his life. As he did gather that it likely had something to do with the not-quite-familiar weapons he and the other man were carrying. Either way, the only thing he gathered for sure was that his name was Johnson, and that was probably all he needed anyway.<br/><br/>He just looked at the hand that was extended to him, for an instant not really understanding the gesture. But, it was reminiscent of the greeting the missionaries offered them at the times when they would come through. And after a pause, he grasped the man just below his elbow and shook his arm once. â€œI am Lesukat, senior warrior of the Loikop, under the elder Jelani.â€ His English was, to put it bluntly, very bad. So, when Lesukat realized that he understood the odd speech of them all, even though it wasnâ€™t in any language he knew, he slipped back into his own tongue, it being much easier for him to get things across that way, if they all understood just the same.