Goof Off

It was a nice thing to be received so easily. Perhaps one of the most refreshing features of Alacritis that Newol had observed so far was the fact that strangers seemed to understand how to be Civil with one another. It was the male's first words though that did in fact put him off just a tad. Newol had been just as aware of the other scent, but had chosen simply dismiss it because of principle. These woods where a fairly safe place where one could seek shelter, and Newol intended to keep it that way. If trouble where to happen here it wouldn't be on his account. So with a rather level tone, he addressed the male before him. "I am aware. But if you'll notice they are minding their own business and so I say we should be inclined to mind ours aswell." It was a fair enough statement, the male thought to himself. Maybe he was too relaxed, and maybe this all was a fault, but Newol was perfectly content to let be and be let be. If this stranger wanted to join them, he was perfectly content with that aswell too. Finally, smile returning to his face, he spoke in a more friendly tone. "Newol. Newol Zaraidd. What brings you out here, Mr. Mathias?" He'd been without knowledge of Chrysanthe's knowing this male, not did he particularly expect him to be looking to join the pack. To him, he just suspected this brute to be another Loner.