Azerith looked at the hand, recognizing the language as one used by many planeswalkers. He did not even know where the language was from, but he spoke it fluently. He looked at Ajani again for a while, before his apprehensive facial expression is replaced with a smile. He takes the hand, nodding. "Azerith Spiritsong of the Kor. Thank you for the gracious greeting. So this is Naya? Pardon my ignorance, I do not know much about it. I have not travelled the Æther for long, I am afraid."