Grigori complied immediately, backing up a good 5' with his arms held out to indicate his lack of hostility. "Whoa, settle down, there now. I'm here to help, dependin' on what kinda trouble you got. Let's put that piece away and we'll introduce ourselves proper-like." It wasn't until that point that Grigori realized who he was talking to. It's amazing how little a face can age in ten years when one spends their life so pampered and carefree, seeing all creatures both intelligent and not as no more than playthings. This was no time to dwell on that, though. The man's life had clearly become more difficult quite recently, and he was being given the chance to give back to at least one of his common victims.<br/><br/>"Name's Grigori. Once a farmer, now a crazy forest hermit. I mean ye no harm and I hope y'mean no harm to me. If you need a place to hide out, I got a place you can use as long as y'like." If the noble sheathes his sword at any point in the conversation, Grigori holds out his hand to shake a few seconds later, but doesn't step any closer on his own.<br/><br/>(Diplomacy to improve attitude: 17) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=51812)