A thin figure walked towards him with quick and light steps, almost noiseless in an polite bow the mysterious young introduced himself. A lute was on his back, a smile in his lips. -My name is Vilsevind and I’m kind of new at the legion– Nervous but optimistic he exclaimed. - I hope and wish we can get along and be good friends- He spoke, accompanying his words with gestures of his hands.
Garmr laughed gently, straightening himself up from his slouched posture. "Friends? No, we are kin!" His words were followed by a boisterous laugh not quite typical for a legate. He brushed a portion of his unkempt hair from his pallid face. "What I am saying is of course we will get along!" The blonde began to eye the instrument on his comrades back. It was quite uncommon to see an instrument of the arts these days and he was quite intrigued.









