~The hylian leans against the side of a wagon. He has been traveling for many days, and is exhusted. He owns only a small caravan, that work with the Goro-Goro. He is an escort, and his job is rough. He thinks about asking around for help, but is to tired, and sat down and drew his cloak around him to ward off the night's chill.~

A sheikah girl that was passing by noticed the tired hylian, and decided to try and cheer him up. "Hello sir. I couldn't help but notice that you look exausted. You're with the caravan, right? I've traveled with them several times, but I don't think we've met. I'm Luna, and you are.....?"

Pyre looked up at the sheikah. As soon as he had heard a voice, his dagger was in the air in front of him, pointed straight at her, wrist bent, ready to throw. Slowly, he lowered the dagger, and decided that she meant no harm. He nodded, "Well met, my name is Pyralin, but I go by Pyre." He didn't sheath the dagger, but held it in his hand. You could never be to careful with strangers.

I try to help out and I get a dagger pointed at me, nice. At least this guy isn't stupid. "Uh, there's no need for you to have your dagger out, um.... Pyre, and I'm sorry if I startled you. You just seemed..... overworked. Is there anything I could help with?"