[Well, at least it wasn't just him getting the cold shoulder. He's not unused to being treated with suspicion or dismissal, but Zack's firm friendliness is a very welcome change. Particularly given the general fucking weirdness still coming in and out of focus around them.
So, he hesitates only a second before taking the offered hand in his own to shake it, clearly appreciative of the welcome extended in the gesture. (Fingers noticably rough from years of sailing and swordsmanship and not at all like a mage's would be, despite being apparently—or at least visibly—unarmed.) Lightly, a little self-effacingly—]
Might want to save the savior until we're out of the woods.
[Metaphorically or...otherwise. Counting their chickens feels like tempting fate, but he's getting less concerned about pursuit the more distance they put between them and the smoldering remains of the settlement. Still, he obliges.]
My name is Fjord. [In kind and in good humor, with that slightly-formal twist to his diction exaggerated just so, for effect—] And what might I call my charge?
no subject
So, he hesitates only a second before taking the offered hand in his own to shake it, clearly appreciative of the welcome extended in the gesture. (Fingers noticably rough from years of sailing and swordsmanship and not at all like a mage's would be, despite being apparently—or at least visibly—unarmed.) Lightly, a little self-effacingly—]
Might want to save the savior until we're out of the woods.
[Metaphorically or...otherwise. Counting their chickens feels like tempting fate, but he's getting less concerned about pursuit the more distance they put between them and the smoldering remains of the settlement. Still, he obliges.]
My name is Fjord. [In kind and in good humor, with that slightly-formal twist to his diction exaggerated just so, for effect—] And what might I call my charge?