Seeing that stance of the other ninja is one of readiness, like his own, Tyger relaxes removing his hand from the hilt of his katana and stands with the natural grace of a cat. He leaves a bloody wet hand print on the rug where his injured left hand had just been. Although changing shape tends to speed the healing process burns are much more difficult to heal and the run and sliding had ripped most of the burnt tissue away leaving a wound oozing blood and clear liquid. He hears the dark skinned female of some unknown race speak but cannot understand a single word of it. He did not even look at the blonde as she spoke something equally alien to his ears.<br/><br/>Then to his utter surprise the drow steps forward and addresses him by name. Tyger smiles warmly. “Yes, Giselle, it has been a long time. As for my aroma, yes I did just kind of roll around in ash and soot, but it was purely out of necessity. I can’t say that I like your choice of perfume either. Is that essence of troll?” His gaze shifts over to the brunette quickly then back to Giselle and the only other man. “If I’m not mistaken I also seem to be smelling dragon and dragon blood. There also appears to be other blood possibly human but strange. Lastly is that catfish I smell?”<br/><br/>After Giselle introduces him and asks him introduce himself, Tyger smiles to the group saying, “Well I think Giselle did an excellent job of introducing me already. I don’t think there is really anything else that needs to be said.” He is just about to ask about where they are and the reason for being there, but is interrupted by a rude new arrival pushing between them.