The boy stepped forward and bowed politely again,<strong>"as I said before, I am Seladin Gwynn, sylvan childer and weaver of magicks." </strong>As he spoke his 'titles' it was clear he did so as a child might embellish themselves, almost with a little giggle, rather than as a warrior or knight might be declared.<br/><br/>Kit padded from the shadows, the tiny, fox-like figure gazing up at Aria and Alex,<strong>"this boy calls me Kit. I am his spirit, his familiar." </strong>The word familiar was spoken with an accent on each syllable, as if the word were both unfamiliar and highly important to Kit.<br/><br/>Sel knelt down to pick up his companion and smiled,<strong>"I am not so much a warrior. I am capable of many things though, and I carry a number of useful items. A thinker, I am, and I am learning to better my fighting prowess. Kit and I, however, will always be ready to sooth your ills and charm the foes."</strong>