[He's not sure whether or not to be relieved that she seemingly isn't going to offer any platitudes about how things will probably get better. The list of people he'll readily accept that sort of talk from is small, usually proportional to their track records. As it is, their future is uncertain, and while he's not content to simply lay down and die he doesn't see any way out of this, either.]
Estinien Wyrmblood.
[He glances at her hand like he's not sure if he's going to go for it or not, but eventually he decides to be polite. His grip is firm but brief.]
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Estinien Wyrmblood.
[He glances at her hand like he's not sure if he's going to go for it or not, but eventually he decides to be polite. His grip is firm but brief.]
You're a conjurer, then?