[When John speaks, Haurchefant turns his full attention to him, a smile spreading across his features. He does give him a look over, and for all he may not look special, he certainly does carry with him the air a man who has had his share of battles. Haurchefant well knows the swagger of a man with a military history.
While he's a little impressed at his perfect punctuation, he doesn't make it apparent. But it is nice to have at least someone say his name right.]
Aye, that I am. Though I confess my title means naught here, so merely Haurchefant will do—I am not one to rest on formalities as it is, anyroad.
[And then he bows.]
'Tis a right pleasure to meet you proper, my friend.
Just giving respect where it's due. [big boss had never been one about titles, either, going only by 'boss' and 'sir' when absolutely necessary. although there had been one man who managed to turn a stiff title into an almost affectionate nickname.
that was neither nor there. anyway.]
But I understand. [when haurchefant finishes his bow, john nods his head in answer.] Sorry, not the bowing type. Follow me upstairs, I've got some stuff to drop off. [john raises a heavy-looking backpack in his hand up, his spoils for the day, before heading inside the spire.]
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While he's a little impressed at his perfect punctuation, he doesn't make it apparent. But it is nice to have at least someone say his name right.]
Aye, that I am. Though I confess my title means naught here, so merely Haurchefant will do—I am not one to rest on formalities as it is, anyroad.
[And then he bows.]
'Tis a right pleasure to meet you proper, my friend.
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that was neither nor there. anyway.]
But I understand. [when haurchefant finishes his bow, john nods his head in answer.] Sorry, not the bowing type. Follow me upstairs, I've got some stuff to drop off. [john raises a heavy-looking backpack in his hand up, his spoils for the day, before heading inside the spire.]