<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/mSPVFrX.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Roran<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Centos<br/><strong>Players Nearby:</strong>Bastet<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside Haas-Thuban<br/><hr/><br/>Roran halted his advances at the sound of her voice, the volume of which caught him off guard a bit as he instinctively winced as his ears were left ringing for a split moment until her voice settled.  He resisted the urge to reach down to try and casually cover his manhood.  Not to hide it from her view, but more to remove it from play since that was the most vulnerable part of his body and it was exposed...and the way that she was being so hostile and swinging that sword around, well he did not want any part of his body to be dismembered.  For that sake he had to be cautious and slow and keeping his hands up were the best way to show her that he meant no harm, though at the same time with his arms up it would allow him to make a move more quickly if need be rather than if they were down by his side or cupping his groin.<br/><br/><strong>"Easy easy...just relax and let's remain calm alright?"</strong>He tried to soothed her with both his open hands and his voice, completely ignoring the order to kneel.  Roran would only kneel to those of whom he recognized as more powerful than himself, he was arrogant in such away to ignore such an order even under sword point.<strong>"No one sent me.  I'm here on my own accord.  I have come here to learn.  It is rumored that your people here have some of the best fighting methods...I came here to train and condition my body.  I seek strength and knowledge in combat, that is all I swear."</strong>Roran was telling the complete truth hoping she would believe him and also perhaps handle it well, she could perhaps lead him to someone that could train him or at least give him some kind of answer he could use.