<div class="floatright">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pP3Wpir4Jdk/UNULbEPJS3I/AAAAAAAAGeI/cImxtHkm-9Q/s400/Adolf+Weissmann.jpg)</div>"Ah, yes. My brother spoke of you before... Captain," the other man spoke, his voice soft and derisive as he recalls his elder brother. "Brother Faelen was never the brightest in the bunch, and always could use being taken down a notch. Take care though," he continued, "despite being a petty man, he is also quite spiteful, and taken to holding grudges. He is a mind-mage of little skill, but one that always tries to repay his debts--as long as they are not monetary in nature. Watch your step, and your back, for he may try to take back the dishonor of being brought low by a mere guard captain--even if it means venturing outside the city walls."<br/><br/>There is no hint of a demeaning tone in his voice as he says the last words, calling Dean a "mere" guard captain, but simply the nature of the situation and their different roles in the world. He straightens up, and a flash of discomfort flashes across his face for but a moment at the thought of touching hands with a grubby man in ill-fitting clothes compared to his own elegantly cut clothing, but it was quickly hid with a practiced smile that tended to put people at ease as he shook the other man's hand. "And be certain that I do not come ill-prepared or without my own gifts to aid us upon our most holy mission. I'm certain that I can put down most of what we encounter with the use of a single spell, though I suppose there are always unexpected confrontations that occur outside the scope of what we can foresee from here. After all, is it not said that a plan survives only after first contact with the enemy?" he asks the rhetorical question as he takes back his hand, cleaning it unobtrusively with a handkerchief pulled from the recesses of one of the pockets in his styled pantaloons.