A light hearted chuckle reverberated from the towering man, the jiggling of her assets not lost upon the fellow. "Well, his last letter told me he was setting up a reagent's shop just across the way from a prominent herbalist's shop. He's a fellow a hair shorter then yourself, actually, human." Lifting his empty hand to his chest, indicating the seeming diminuitive and none present friend's height. well, diminuitive to someone who stands shoulder to shoulder with an immortal elf. The action, however, caused the falling sun to glint upon several items which adorned his belt.<br/><br/>A perfectly polished spinal collum with runes upon it, a ceramonial, jewel encrusted dagger, and several high profile looking pouches of exquisite make... To include a weighted coin purse. "Phyrus, by the way." Inclining his hat covered head to the woman, "And whom do I have the, heh, exquisite pleasure of recieving directions from?" Lowing the hand from his chest, to reach out and offer her a handshake in his burly mit. Judging from the angle of his head, he was not directly looking at her, but obviously looking her over him his periphery.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>