the blood running through your veins

[Nouzin Petzeiros]

There was no time for exchanging names. No time for any of the niceties that usually came with new people. You've barely even exchanged any words when you got Halsin out - or rather the bear you thought was being tortured by those cruel goblin young. To think that this man standing in front of you is also the bear with that desperate look in its eyes - it's still hard to wrap your head around.

Nouzin

You did not?

You chuckle at that while drying your hands by rubbing them on your pants. There's no point in being picky now. You're covered in goblin blood from head to toe. You'll have to wash every piece of cloth you're wearing anyway. Might as well rub your hands.

Nouzin

Perchance it is because the moment for such endeavors has not yet revealed itself.

There's a cheekiness to your words. Some friendly banter after making it out of battle. No harm meant.
You reach out your hand. Offering it to him for a proper introduction.

Nouzin

Nouzin.

You offer him yet another smile. Warm and welcoming. Because that's how you feel around him. You don't know much more than his name and the stories the people from the Grove told you but - he's got this kind of energy around him. The energy of someone you can trust. (The voice of your mother in your head is telling you how naive you are.)

Nouzin

However, in the company of friends, (a smirk on your lips - a different kind of offer you're making) Nouze is the name that resonates best.