Sizing up the bear, he smiled in appreciation of its bulk and the way it moved, fluidly and lithely despite its size.  It was a beautiful specimen and was the perfect mount for this Sir Kordoth.  He made sure to make eye contact and nod in apology for his comment of moments ago.<br/><br/>"Well met.  You may call me Velikan if it pleases you."<br/><br/>His spoken ability was refined in the sense that he knew what he was saying and had an adequate word choice, though one was not left with a confidence that he wanted to be heard.  It was hard to get past his head though, which was unadorned, and clearly marked him for his lineage, though in much smaller form.  His armor was the same color as his flesh so as to draw away from the unnaturalness of his appearance.  All in all, he was a forgettable personality and had the demeanor, well, of a boulder.<br/><br/>Velikan moved effortlessly in his armor and seemed at perfect ease despite the tower shield on his right arm.  He used his bardiche (http://www.aceros-de-hispania.com/imagen/espadas-paulchen-hanwei/3515hacha-polaca-dosmanos/3515hacha-polaca-dosmanos.JPG) as a one would use a staff.<br/><br/>With an almost chilling gesture, Velikan turned the corners of his lips upwards, his face looked like so much broken shale.  He smiled at Tamara and took his new friends explanation at face value.  Considering his background, there was not really anything out there that could surprise him anymore.  Taking in one more broad glance of his new companions, he settled his features and looked ahead once more to the dwindling road to Xardin.<br/><br/>"Leader," he snorted.  "No, I think they fear me more than anything.  You would understand, you and I are not exactly, human...  Besides, I make my way alone on this trip.  I had hoped to find and recruit those that like to earn a bit of coin escorting goods and march em back to the homestead there.  The raids have finally struck here locally and I need fresh meat to stave them off.  What business takes you to Xardin?"