Trevor's expression filled with intrigue as the Avriel seemed to be in a giving mood, the piece of wisdom about the weapon situation offered along with a grin. Curious. Those considerably 'novices' here don't tend to last much with just a stave? Well thank Immortals he was in good company, otherwise Trevor really would've felt lost to the wolves that wandered here. Learning the fact the Avriel was new to the area as well struck him odd, as from the looks of it he seemed to look the part of a local rather well. "That so?"
THe Defier stroked his chin hair with a raised eyebrow.
So a previous newcomer wants a newly arrived newcomer to tread ground with him then. What a peculiar opportunity to consider for one like Trevor, ironically enough he couldn't deny the urge to agree with the notion. "That it is, if help is what you're really giving anyways."
He remarked patiently with a little less tension in his shoulders. "So far not so bad, though I'd count us lucky for not being slaughtered by pirates. I'm not too sure what to expect here in Yaralon, so far it heavily reeks of shit and the sea; can't imagine it gets much better from here."
With a hint of catered enthusiasm Trev couldn't really help but chuckle, as he felt pretty sure the Avriel likely thought the same with his first arrival.
"I would think so,"
He agreed with the Avriel about the death duel, "must be nice to just flap away from anything unpleasant."
The faint smile at present died away with the next question, as he had to consider what anyone would've thought impossible to realize. "Ah, see I would but I'm afraid not. This is a thing most precious to me, and to part with it on any terms would trouble me greatly."
As he said this Trevor couldn't help but grip it a little more tighter, a fond glance spared upon the staff before he looked back to the Avriel.
He thought about it and maybe, with enough time to develop a little trust, the request would not become so impossible in the future. It was after all just a walking stick he was given, which was probably why he placed far too much sentimental value into it. After that though another approached their midst with a massive figure, a beastly Ithecal which towered the both of them easily, with the query to be shown around since he'd just disembarked from the ship. The creature introduced himself as Arc in the process, which warranted another introduction from the Avriel as well. Arc and Kalortah. Two completely new strangers from far away places, already his time in Yaralon started to look a little more promising now.
"Trevor D'ael Reverrik, formerly of Lysoria."
He introduced himself with a step back to make a brief bow towards them both. Sure enough as he rose another walked to join in, the hooded figure being his partner Phelix as he approached Trevor with something hidden away beneath his cloak. "And this is my good friend Phelix. Phelix these two are also newcomers here, this one being Kalortah of Athart and this one Arc who is presumably of the Ivorian Empire?"
He tilted his head with uncertainty and a curious glance shot to the Ithecal, and then focused back on his mentor as the man seemed to chuckle.
"Pleased to meet the both of you,"
The rugged man gestured a similar bow only with his hood still on, "now, Trevor, this is what you'll carry at your side while we're here."
At that remark Phelix revealed his hidden arm to present a saber, with its own sheath, for the Defier to accept as he continued to speak. "Learn to use it in your spare time, you'll probably be doing a lot of fighting while we're here."
He then started to stroke his grizzly beard as Trevor strapped it onto his waist, and for a moment the Defier couldn't help but look at his mentor for approval. "Suits you already dear boy."
"You have my thanks, perhaps a moment to consort with these two?"
He requested as Phelix started to turn and wander away, which he then paused with a slight turn to his apprentice.
"I'll wait for you at the gate."
At that Trevor nodded and the confirmation was enough to allow Phelix to move along, which left Trevor alone with his new 'colleagues' and his saber. "Not really one for social protocol, but Phelix means well when it's all said and done."
"Trevor", "Follower", "NPC"