Satisfied that the man's intentions are what she hoped they'd be, Mariska sheathes her own sword.  She gives the girl a sympathetic smile, happy to see that she appears unharmed, at least physically.<br/><br/>She then turns to the man, and offers her hand.  "I'm Mariska Amaranth."  Her greeting seems a bit abrupt, but there is no rudeness meant by it; it's simply her manner.  She does offer a hint of a smile though, as her strangely pale gray eyes meet his.  Her thick black hair is tied back in a ponytail, and her mithral armor is obviously well cared for.