The Outlook

[The_gladiator]

Nope just add a note to your request so's I know it's you.



Because the world KNOWS I don't have a cuddle partner...

takes a bit of blanket and tucks it over my legs

Thank you much... request sent.

now I am really off," drops a kiss on her cheek and waves to everyone else (if anyone's left at this point)
and then fades out once more.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*Feeling himself start to nod off, he rises and wraps his blanket around Luna to keep her warm in the early morning hours before heading to bed.*

Good night Luna. Have a good rest of your shift.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She greeted the morning not far from shore dressed in form fitting stretchy shorts that came mid thigh, black of course (her favorite color) a black tank top, her hair braided into one thick plait that hung down her back.

Both swords refracted the morning light as she went through usual practice. Normally, she practiced in her garden but today she felt like sea air and the sound and sight of the ocean. She wondered if she would make a good swashbuckling pirate. Then laughed at her own fancy.

Attack, defense. Attack, attack, defense. Her movements were swift, clean, strong. They were automatic with her. She didn't think about the next move or how to land it. Sometimes there was a swift kick, sometimes, pivoting on toes with an arcing motion of her main hand followed by a swift overhanded downward strike with her offhand.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

* From a nearby outcropping of the forest along the shore, violet elfin eyes watch the warrioress' movements, enrapt. So much like that other, the bodyguard, flame colored hair and all. 'Ah, Kira, what has become of you, I wonder.'

Once in her life she had been practiced in the gladius, a gift from her human father, though she didn't know who he was at the time. She'd learned to use it, some flashy spins, feints, parrys and the like, mostly to bluff, to give the appearance of being skilled. As a healer, she was loath to cause harm, especially in so close and personal a way. Better to use a bow, from a distance, if necessary.

But even then, she was likely as not to tend to the very wounds she herself had caused, when the battle was done, all too often spending herself to the point of exhaustion, giving those once enemies, bent on her destruction, part of her very own life force to bring their damaged bodies out of danger. It was her way once. Perhaps still.

 

[BrazenFellow]

Predawn gloom and chill had breathed new life into him. They gave way to the crisp, slightly warmed sea air and light of sunrise, and morning rituals of stretching aches from newly-awakened muscles and short swims and sprints on the soft sand of the beach. Today he worked to improve his speed and cardiovascular fitness, and so this morning he'd passed by neatly racked pig iron weights without a glance. He towelled the salt water from his face and hair and looked up the beach towards the outlook's clean lines.

Thickly muscled legs carried him swiftly over the sand. He held his arms stiffly, elbows bent and pad of thumb pressing against the second knuckle of index finger, hands below his chest. He was panting now, on the fifth kilometer, keeping his arms still so as not to drain strength from him by uselessly pumping them in the run. For the same reason he refused to clench his fists. Light reflecting off sharply bevelled edges flashed in the corner of his eyes and he stopped in a pace, sinking to one knee as he watched.

Her lithe body moved with predatory grace, more forcefully than any dancer and with far more precision. Two swords was something new; he considered it overly flashy and soon found himself recanting this opinion as he silently watched her flash through the rhythms of her kata. He said nothing, simply watched as sand worked its way into the worn weave at the knees of his cargo pants and he stretched well exercised muscles slowly, not wanting to intrude, not wanting to leave.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Retreat. At the ready once more, her body turned sideways slightly so as not to provide an easy target. Both swords not hanging at her sides, but resting easy for the moment, ready to snap up to defend or attack. Main hand flashed upward from hip to shoulder and swiftly behind it her offhand lunged forward. Swords came around, crossing, forming a bladed x as if to catch and hold an enemy's attack. A quick sharp shove before both hands returned to her sides. Her chest heaved from exertion. Sweat soaked the front line of her tank top. Tendrils of red hair stuck to her skin where the fine sheen of moisture clung to her skin. A moment more of peace and both weapons, once more were sheathed at her back.

Turning toward the open sea, she gazed out, letting the sound of the surf take the concentration from her and instilling peace within her.

 

[TheScarletBlade]

His footsteps were silent as he crept across the soft earth, masked amongst the shadows cast by the long branches of the trees that surrounded him, blocking the golden rays of sunlight as the bright morning sun beamed down on the area, bathing it in some warmth it climbed. Coming from a land of darkness, it currently night where he just came from and yet the morning sun was rising here. As he moved, like a shadow amongst the shade, he moved with intent purpose with feet set on there course and not to be deterred, he finally stepped into the light of day at the edge of the garden where the beautiful red headed warrioress stood with her swords, deep in practice as she worked out the stiff kinks of sleep out of her muscles and continued her training with the sword. Her moves were to be respected and judged carefully if you were one to be on the receiving end of them and yet, he entered the sunny glade to disrupt her training anyways.

As the handsome marine entered the glade, there was a only a cold emotionless look on his face, it grim as the reaper and looking as if it were etched in stone by the hands of sculptor, the look in his amber brown eyes was worse. Not rage, though a deep frustration mixed with a twinge of burdening sadness gave them a heavy look as they looked with a straight forward, piercing gaze towards the practicing warrioress who had come to someone he considered friend. Despite that fact, in his hand was naked steel, a thin meter long blade coming to a sharp point with a intracately designed basket hilt guarding his rough callused hand, the blade was stained a scarlet blood red color as the finely polished blade reflected the sunlight, the bare blade gleaming. Stripped to the waist, lean yet strong muscle covering his boxed out chest and ridge like abs giving him a powerful figure with the muscular arms that looked as if they were made of corded steel instead of muscle. Wearing loose fitting casual black trousers that covered his athletic legs, he stepped further into the glade. Raising the hilt of the sword up in a diagonal manner to bring the hilt in front of his face and then flicking his arm down as he swept his blade in front of him, he offered his friend a Sword Salute, a honorable gesture, as he smoothly slipped down into a familiar engarde stance, feet shifting out wide as his body turned out offering a smaller target, sword held in front of him

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*With a slight smile of wistful remembrance of times gone forever now, she slipped back into the shade of the trees, careful not to be spotted. After all, there was mischief to make. People were depending upon her to make it. If not her, then who? If not now, then when? And good capriciousness took careful planning. Best she was about it then, before too late.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

His footsteps were silent as he crept across the soft earth, masked amongst the shadows cast by the long branches of the trees that surrounded him, blocking the golden rays of sunlight as the bright morning sun beamed down on the area, bathing it in some warmth it climbed. Coming from a land of darkness, it currently night where he just came from and yet the morning sun was rising here. As he moved, like a shadow amongst the shade, he moved with intent purpose with feet set on there course and not to be deterred, he finally stepped into the light of day at the edge of the garden where the beautiful red headed warrioress stood with her swords, deep in practice as she worked out the stiff kinks of sleep out of her muscles and continued her training with the sword. Her moves were to be respected and judged carefully if you were one to be on the receiving end of them and yet, he entered the sunny glade to disrupt her training anyways.

As the handsome marine entered the glade, there was a only a cold emotionless look on his face, it grim as the reaper and looking as if it were etched in stone by the hands of sculptor, the look in his amber brown eyes was worse. Not rage, though a deep frustration mixed with a twinge of burdening sadness gave them a heavy look as they looked with a straight forward, piercing gaze towards the practicing warrioress who had come to someone he considered friend. Despite that fact, in his hand was naked steel, a thin meter long blade coming to a sharp point with a intracately designed basket hilt guarding his rough callused hand, the blade was stained a scarlet blood red color as the finely polished blade reflected the sunlight, the bare blade gleaming. Stripped to the waist, lean yet strong muscle covering his boxed out chest and ridge like abs giving him a powerful figure with the muscular arms that looked as if they were made of corded steel instead of muscle. Wearing loose fitting casual black trousers that covered his athletic legs, he stepped further into the glade. Raising the hilt of the sword up in a diagonal manner to bring the hilt in front of his face and then flicking his arm down as he swept his blade in front of him, he offered his friend a Sword Salute, a honorable gesture, as he smoothly slipped down into a familiar engarde stance, feet shifting out wide as his body turned out offering a smaller target, sword held in front of him

Her eyes never left the horizon, beyond which she knew life flowed and ebbed. Just as she sensed that life, so too, did she sense his. The slightest of turns of her head, green eyes met amber brown ones. There was but a brief flicker of admiration for the imagery he presented. The challenge he offered. Power flowed around him. Controlled, caged, power. She admired that. Her hand came up, releasing one buckle, allowing one sword to slip from her back, which she caught and gently set aside. The remaining one was pulled free, her stance taken much like his, mirror images they were as she, returned the salute and waited.

 

[TheScarletBlade]

Vigilant amber brown eyes simmered as if they were boiling water, not with rage or at least not pure uncontrolled rage wasted more on an enemy, though as she drew each of her blades with fluid moves that matched the rippling water in the horizon beyond, both of her blades came free of her back to be held in her hands coming to rest ready. Taking into account the twin swords, adjusting his strategy in his head, the expert swordsmen who had one a fencing tournament, three sword tournaments during his time in the SCA and the training he received in the art of the Japanese sword or also called Kenjutsu, he knew that he had to be two steps a head of his opponent. Just as if this had been a beautiful waltz or some other form of dance, the male always led and the handsome Marine honored that as he bounced his weight off the ball of his front foot as he charged.

An intimidating ROAR leading the way as his mouth opened in a powerful war cry, he could feel the frustration inside him fading away to adrenaline, the burning hole in his heart from being so sharply spurned this night abating as his mind became keenly focused solely on his target, his war cry drowning out errant thought as he closed the gap between him and his opponent. His powerful legs, honed from years of hiking and running around the world with a gun at Uncle Sam's discretion, propelled him forward with amazingly speed, his right arm cocking back as he closed. Less than 2 feet away from her, his war cry growing in volume he sprung smoothly off his lead foot as he took to the air, covering the remaining distance in a quick leap as his sword lashed out with the striking speed of a coiled cobra in a outward sweep before him, the solid muscles in his arm flexing as they rippled under skin adding speed and power to the blow aimed right for her.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Vigilant amber brown eyes simmered as if they were boiling water, not with rage or at least not pure uncontrolled rage wasted more on an enemy, though as she drew each of her blades with fluid moves that matched the rippling water in the horizon beyond, both of her blades came free of her back to be held in her hands coming to rest ready. Taking into account the twin swords, adjusting his strategy in his head, the expert swordsmen who had one a fencing tournament, three sword tournaments during his time in the SCA and the training he received in the art of the Japanese sword or also called Kenjutsu, he knew that he had to be two steps a head of his opponent. Just as if this had been a beautiful waltz or some other form of dance, the male always led and the handsome Marine honored that as he bounced his weight off the ball of his front foot as he charged.

An intimidating ROAR leading the way as his mouth opened in a powerful war cry, he could feel the frustration inside him fading away to adrenaline, the burning hole in his heart from being so sharply spurned this night abating as his mind became keenly focused solely on his target, his war cry drowning out errant thought as he closed the gap between him and his opponent. His powerful legs, honed from years of hiking and running around the world with a gun at Uncle Sam's discretion, propelled him forward with amazingly speed, his right arm cocking back as he closed. Less than 2 feet away from her, his war cry growing in volume he sprung smoothly off his lead foot as he took to the air, covering the remaining distance in a quick leap as his sword lashed out with the striking speed of a coiled cobra in a outward sweep before him, the solid muscles in his arm flexing as they rippled under skin adding speed and power to the blow aimed right for her.

She stood silently, watching him. Noting emotion that flickered in his eyes and then was hidden as he focused on her. The intimidating roar was a nice touch, but she knew it for what it was and her focus was clearly streamlined upon him, not even the loud roar was going to pull it away.

He moved swiftly for a man his size. There was not one once of fat to be seen, merely rippling muscles of an injured giant cat, looking to pounce. Both blades connected with his cold steel, pushing it away with an effort and sidestepping his closer drawn presence. Retaliation came just as swift in an overhead downward blow by her main hand toward his left shoulder.

 

[TheScarletBlade]

She stood silently, watching him. Noting emotion that flickered in his eyes and then was hidden as he focused on her. The intimidating roar was a nice touch, but she knew it for what it was and her focus was clearly streamlined upon him, not even the loud roar was going to pull it away.

He moved swiftly for a man his size. There was not one once of fat to be seen, merely rippling muscles of an injured giant cat, looking to pounce. Both blades connected with his cold steel, pushing it away with an effort and sidestepping his closer drawn presence. Retaliation came just as swift in an overhead downward blow by her main hand toward his left shoulder.

The worn leather grip of his 17th century style Italian rapier vibrated with the impact of steel on steel as they screeched in their meeting. Despite his obvious size difference and the amount of power crashing down, his opponent was smart enough to meet his force with deflection as she blocked with both of her swords, their blades thicker and wider despite it making them slower, she moved with cat like reflexes to side step his force, knowing that if she hadn't he would hit her like a hammer on a nail. The action displacing his forward momentum and sending him past her form, his right leg touched down on the ground and sunk slightly into it with the amount of weight and force coming down out of the air. Knowing he had to much forward momentum to catch on his leg alone and a quick strike was coming for his exposed side, his body followed its natural course as he tucked his sword arm in under him putting the blade out to the side as he smoothly rolled over one shoulder on the ground, rolling forward a little ways until he came quickly back to his feet. Half crouched, his legs bent as he steadied himself as he came out of the roll, he quickly stepped and pivoted around to around with a quick movement, his sword coming up to catch the follow on strike of her second blade following the first and deftly parry it, the thin scarlet blade of his rapier moving with blurring speed as the extremely light weapon was wielded a dangerous mix of finesse and power.

As his blade moved in a fluent wide motion as it parried aside the heavier weapon, he didn't fight the flow of his elegant weapon but instead use it as he quickly flicked his wrist, moving his hand to cause the momentum of the blade to reverse easily into a smooth slice towards her abdomen.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The worn leather grip of his 17th century style Italian rapier vibrated with the impact of steel on steel as they screeched in their meeting. Despite his obvious size difference and the amount of power crashing down, his opponent was smart enough to meet his force with deflection as she blocked with both of her swords, their blades thicker and wider despite it making them slower, she moved with cat like reflexes to side step his force, knowing that if she hadn't he would hit her like a hammer on a nail. The action displacing his forward momentum and sending him past her form, his right leg touched down on the ground and sunk slightly into it with the amount of weight and force coming down out of the air. Knowing he had to much forward momentum to catch on his leg alone and a quick strike was coming for his exposed side, his body followed its natural course as he tucked his sword arm in under him putting the blade out to the side as he smoothly rolled over one shoulder on the ground, rolling forward a little ways until he came quickly back to his feet. Half crouched, his legs bent as he steadied himself as he came out of the roll, he quickly stepped and pivoted around to around with a quick movement, his sword coming up to catch the follow on strike of her second blade following the first and deftly parry it, the thin scarlet blade of his rapier moving with blurring speed as the extremely light weapon was wielded a dangerous mix of finesse and power.

As his blade moved in a fluent wide motion as it parried aside the heavier weapon, he didn't fight the flow of his elegant weapon but instead use it as he quickly flicked his wrist, moving his hand to cause the momentum of the blade to reverse easily into a smooth slice towards her abdomen.

Her soft curse rent the air even as a remote part of her mind, admired the way he moved. She had her misgivings about accepting his challenge given that his rapier was thinner and lighter, though not any less deadly. Her misgiving came not because of him, but from herself. Her swords were made to do heavy brutal damage of strength. They were not made to dance with a rapier. Still, though she wielded heavier swords, she had two. She had spent months conditioning her arms, wrists and fingers to accommodate the heavier blades.

Her blacksmith had done all he could in their design to fit her more petite frame, but, it remained, she had a wider blades but she was slower than he was because of it. Her training in rapiers was near ancient but not lost. Reminded of their fluidity and dangerous grace, her offhand countered by coming down in a rapid hard small blow toward his slicing blade as she hurriedly stepped backwards.

 

[TheScarletBlade]

Her soft curse rent the air even as a remote part of her mind, admired the way he moved. She had her misgivings about accepting his challenge given that his rapier was thinner and lighter, though not any less deadly. Her misgiving came not because of him, but from herself. Her swords were made to do heavy brutal damage of strength. They were not made to dance with a rapier. Still, though she wielded heavier swords, she had two. She had spent months conditioning her arms, wrists and fingers to accommodate the heavier blades.

Her blacksmith had done all he could in their design to fit her more petite frame, but, it remained, she had a wider blades but she was slower than he was because of it. Her training in rapiers was near ancient but not lost. Reminded of their fluidity and dangerous grace, her offhand countered by coming down in a rapid hard small blow toward his slicing blade as she hurriedly stepped backwards.

Her small chopping block slapped the thin blade of the rapier that made an almost whip like motion as the heavy blade hit the lighter one though the blade was made from folded Damascus steel, in the manner a Katana was made which was the most superior method on earth, so the thin blade was not in risk of breaking though the jolt from the impact it sent up his arm snapped through the adrenaline fueled instinct running his thoughts as he naturally swept it out of the way of the heavy blade after the initial hit and he quickly brought it back in close. He couldn't help but have a fond respect for the way she moved, her small yet lithe form moving with matching grace and speed using what strength she had to wield the heavier blades though they had been made lighter than say they would be for him, they were still a force to reckon with compared the elegant blade he wielded and there was two of them, twice the threat as she wielded them with such deadly intent.

The marine with only one weapon and a lighter one at that, it looked like it would have hardly been a fight yet despite the blade, it was a good pick for the current match because if someone his size was able to wield the elegant lightweight blade with skill, he could use both speed and strength, those being his weapons to counter her own as he took a smooth movement forward looking as if he practically glided above the ground as he advanced on her, his sword leading the way with a quick thrust, the tapered fine point of the raper aimed straight for her chest, a larger target to hit than the head.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her small chopping block slapped the thin blade of the rapier that made an almost whip like motion as the heavy blade hit the lighter one though the blade was made from folded Damascus steel, in the manner a Katana was made which was the most superior method on earth, so the thin blade was not in risk of breaking though the jolt from the impact it sent up his arm snapped through the adrenaline fueled instinct running his thoughts as he naturally swept it out of the way of the heavy blade after the initial hit and he quickly brought it back in close. He couldn't help but have a fond respect for the way she moved, her small yet lithe form moving with matching grace and speed using what strength she had to wield the heavier blades though they had been made lighter than say they would be for him, they were still a force to reckon with compared the elegant blade he wielded and there was two of them, twice the threat as she wielded them with such deadly intent.

The marine with only one weapon and a lighter one at that, it looked like it would have hardly been a fight yet despite the blade, it was a good pick for the current match because if someone his size was able to wield the elegant lightweight blade with skill, he could use both speed and strength, those being his weapons to counter her own as he took a smooth movement forward looking as if he practically glided above the ground as he advanced on her, his sword leading the way with a quick thrust, the tapered fine point of the raper aimed straight for her chest, a larger target to hit than the head.

Stalked. As he came forward, toward her, that's how she felt. Stalked. A soft low growl issued from her throat as the tip of her broader blade met against his finer tipped one. They came together in a sweet sound, at least to her ears, and held, momentarily, suspended in time.

His intended target had been her chest. Wise choice. Considering.

In that moment when eyes held eyes, blade tip met blade tip, there was still to consider her free hand. That blade tip was headed straight for his own chest.

 

[TheScarletBlade]

The finer blade of his rapier made a TING sound as the heavier blade, one of the two, hit the tip of his thin blade from below to deflect it up as he held it out in a thrust, his arm reaching out, another blade mirroring his own, her own arm running parallel to his own as she thrust her second blade in towards his chest. He had a moment to think as he walked a razor thin line between life and death, a place he had been before as the other blade came in for his bare chest, a slight glistening of sweat on his skin from the exertion of their deadly dance. Letting his hand slip from the hilt of his elegant blade as her tip hit the tip of his own, the force of it sent the blade of spinning horizontally in the air.

Movements muscle memory as he smoothly slipped his right leg out to the side and forward, away from the striking blade as his body moved to follow, the blade striking empty air as he shifted from where he was a second ago.His empty left arm reaching out into the air to snatch the blade spinning idly in the air out of the sky, he moved on the ball of his right foot, he pivoted smoothly 180 degrees so that he was now facing her back as he struck smoothly with a broad sweep that almost looked theatrical in gesture with the manner that he moved.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The finer blade of his rapier made a TING sound as the heavier blade, one of the two, hit the tip of his thin blade from below to deflect it up as he held it out in a thrust, his arm reaching out, another blade mirroring his own, her own arm running parallel to his own as she thrust her second blade in towards his chest. He had a moment to think as he walked a razor thin line between life and death, a place he had been before as the other blade came in for his bare chest, a slight glistening of sweat on his skin from the exertion of their deadly dance. Letting his hand slip from the hilt of his elegant blade as her tip hit the tip of his own, the force of it sent the blade of spinning horizontally in the air.

Movements muscle memory as he smoothly slipped his right leg out to the side and forward, away from the striking blade as his body moved to follow, the blade striking empty air as he shifted from where he was a second ago.His empty left arm reaching out into the air to snatch the blade spinning idly in the air out of the sky, he moved on the ball of his right foot, he pivoted smoothly 180 degrees so that he was now facing her back as he struck smoothly with a broad sweep that almost looked theatrical in gesture with the manner that he moved.

She pitched forward and rolled, coming rapidly to her own feet some distance clear of him. Turning toward him, she held up her blades, laughing. She couldn't help it. He delighted her with his knowledge and skill. Then she took a knee, her blades resting at her sides. Her body soaked in sweat from their dance.

"I yield, Blade." Those three words, softly yet, strongly spoken, floated to him above the gentle crash of the waves upon the shore.

 

[TheScarletBlade]

She pitched forward and rolled, coming rapidly to her own feet some distance clear of him. Turning toward him, she held up her blades, laughing. She couldn't help it. He delighted her with his knowledge and skill. Then she took a knee, her blades resting at her sides. Her body soaked in sweat from their dance.

"I yield, Blade." Those three words, softly yet, strongly spoken, floated to him above the gentle crash of the waves upon the shore.

Reined the whip like thin blade of his elegant weapon with a smooth flourish as he missed his roll and then in a well drilled movement came to stand at attention, body locked out as his feet came together. Sword raising up in one smooth movement, the basket hilt once more in front of his face as he slightly bowed his head, he snapped the sword back out in an arch finishing his sword salute to his worth advisary and then visible relaxed though there was still a sullen look on his face

An excellent match, I see your title of warrioresss is well deserved.

Mind if I assault your ears with my words since my sword is sheathed then?

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Reined the whip like thin blade of his elegant weapon with a smooth flourish as he missed his roll and then in a well drilled movement came to stand at attention, body locked out as his feet came together. Sword raising up in one smooth movement, the basket hilt once more in front of his face as he slightly bowed his head, he snapped the sword back out in an arch finishing his sword salute to his worth advisary and then visible relaxed though there was still a sullen look on his face

An excellent match, I see your title of warrioresss is well deserved.

Mind if I assault your ears with my words since my sword is sheathed then?

She flowed to her feet, sheathing both weapons, smiling as she did so. She sat in the sand, patting a place beside her, invitation for him to join her.

"Assault at will, Marine."

 

[Avellan13]

Arriving at the Outlook, I see Cait and another person talking together. I walk towards them.

Ave Cait.

I look at the person that I haven't met before.

Hello Mr...

 

[TheScarletBlade]

She flowed to her feet, sheathing both weapons, smiling as she did so. She sat in the sand, patting a place beside her, invitation for him to join her.

"Assault at will, Marine."

Moved over to join her, stabbing the tip of his sword into the sound next to where he was going to sit. Dropping down on his rump in a careless manner, he offers her a slight smile

Will do, but I seek advice on a matter my mind cannot seem to full grasp

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Arriving at the Outlook, I see Cait and another person talking together. I walk towards them.

Ave Cait.

I look at the person that I haven't met before.

Hello Mr...

She glanced away from Blade's face as she heard a familiar voice, "Hello Avel. How are you?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Moved over to join her, stabbing the tip of his sword into the sound next to where he was going to sit. Dropping down on his rump in a careless manner, he offers her a slight smile

Will do, but I seek advice on a matter my mind cannot seem to full grasp

Her eyes go back to Blade as he speaks. Already she had ascertained something bothered him. She offers a friendly smile.

"I'm not sure I am one to be able to give good advice, but what's on your mind? Perhaps I can help."

 

[TheScarletBlade]

I don't even know how to put words to the matter yet I am frustrated by it to no end....anyways forget it

but what of that plot I spoke of last night, still interested in that role?

*Brow quirks at his question*

 

[Avellan13]

She glanced away from Blade's face as she heard a familiar voice, "Hello Avel. How are you?"

I'm fine. Who's your friend?

I gesture to the man.