[The Stone Garden] Contemplating Conversation (Paltra, open)

[Paltra Immuran]

Paltra spun about quickly at the sound of another voice. His first instinct was to step back, at least put some distance between he and the individual of unknown intent until he could put up some defense, however meager. Though, when he saw the individual, he had to disparate any notion of he being of unruly intent… though, he couldn’t back up at the time even if he wanted too, being that there was indeed a tombstone at his back. For a moment though, he reminded him of the air of a man whom was born of Sunberth. Though he couldn’t be sure, he could have been born elsewhere… Aside from the obvious physical appearance; sandy blonde hair, pale skin, blue eyes, he also noticed something else. The Oak guitar… and of course, the distinct notion that this man may not have been much of a heavy thinker. But then, Bards and the ilk never were, as was the impression that Paltra got from him. They let their meanings soar from an unbridled mind, which resulted in many an unbridled action as a byproduct.

That said… he didn’t look like he could throw much of a decent punch anyways…

Paltra stepped forward, procuring a friendly smile, though he was still indeed cautious. But there was no need to be rude in his opinion, at least not in front of a lady. He never considered it, but, there was hardly a thought that had passed from him that hinted at anything as unsavory around a woman… not that it really mattered to him, but it was still something to mull over later in the week…

“Indeed, a pleasure Xelin,” Paltra shook the man’s hand, not attempting to exert any force at all, merely a friendly shake, “my name is Paltra Immuran. And by the look of it, you seem to be a Bard, or perhaps an entertainer? This is strange to me though…” he paused intentionally, looking quite methodical in that moment as he considered something that may have been of great magnitude to him.

“Three travelers meeting within an graveyard attracted to the presence of one another… I wonder what a traveling story-weaver would make of it?” Paltra smiled, hinting at the newcomer, Xelin, more out of curiosity than anything else. Quite in fact, Paltra was a firm believer in fate, and at the same time chance coincidence. But, sometimes, things seemed to occur far too coincidentally to be accidental…