The man eyes her approach, anxiously looking around. His style of dress was indeed out of place for this wood. On closer inspection, this man wore exquisite elven robes of shade black and vibrant blue trim. He was almost mistaken for a Pale Elf until his rounded ears confirmed him as human. Blending well in a strange fashion were rather impressive gauntlets and sabatons at his feet, both of which were of a strange human design. The look about his face said it all -- he was lost.<br/><br/>His fingers crept for the hilt of his scimitar sheathed at his waist as she approached, but relaxed after assessing that she wasn't some brigand trying to rob him.<br/><br/>"Hmm. You are headed there to investigate, as well?" he responds in a rather regal tone, his eyes scanning her through tight-rimmed glasses with sharply cut lenses. "I<em>believe</em>it is further north from here. Long abandoned, I've heard."<br/><br/>Crossing his arms, he nods as his lips curl into a faint smile. "You must have came up here from Cloakhill, as well? I suppose some greetings are in order."<br/><br/>He bows with a rather extravagant hand flourish. "Well met, stranger. I am Dryden Halbazzer. I am... similarly dispatched, though I am not from Cloakhill. I, umm... I hail from Sothreath to the east."<br/><br/><em>He seems to hesitate in his greeting, as if not wanting to reserve himself for the moment.</em><br/><br/><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/92/Dallas_AnimeMageGuyByLuoA.jpg)</div><br/>