Zavros glanced left, then right, as his companions began to make semi-fancy introductions for themselves.<em>Well, I don't exactly have anything like that</em>, he thought wryly.<em>If they wanted fancy, this power thing shouldn't have chosen some farmboy on the outskirts of good ol' Hacre.</em>But the glowing symbols on their foreheads seemed...similar...ish? To his own? Well, he was already here, and even the divines seemingly played by the rules of hospitality, so...<br/><br/>"Name's Zavros," he introduced himself. His own symbol flared a momentary gold, but compared to everyone else's, it was far more subdued. "...'s about it, really," he admitted. "I'm a blacksmith just along for the ride." He sketched a salute with his right hand, a wry grin on his face. One noble had already tried to kill him. Was a literal lord of the divine about to make this two for two?<em>One way to find out. </em><br/><br/>"As our host, I thank ye for your hospitality," he said. "'fraid I don't have any gifts to offer on hand, and I 'pologize for that. But if you give me a smithy and an anvil, I can craft you a gift worthy of the occasion. Guarantee you won't find anything quite like it here or anywhere else."<em>Or at least I hope you can't.</em>