"Sir Harrowheart," He rolls his eyes, but not at Shade-Seeker's expense. He's flattered, really! Flattered and perhaps a little overwhelmed. "Don't think anyone'd ever call me that where I'm from, but I appreciate it. And as for my hands? Shoot..."

He looks down at them, and when the shake is over he laces his fingers together once more.

"Kinda hard to explain. It's a little weird even where I'm from. I know I don't dress like it, but on my world? I'm a knight, like you. Except... Maybe not at all like you. Things are different where I come from. In your world I probably woulda been one of the King of Worms' minions. Which ain't to say I agree with the way he acted, but.. I'm undead, y'see? Made of necromancy. It's real versatile magic on my world. The same spells that keep ghosts together or animate a single part of a body tether my hands to my wrists. Lotta folks tell me it don't seem too useful, but they just don't know the applications."

He nods at Shade-Seeker and says, "Now I got a question for you as payment for that answer. You choose the name Shade-Seeker all on your own? 'Cause I do like it. I think on my world a name like that woulda been chosen by an evil person pursuin' darker arts. ...Shoot, but maybe it fits that way? You pursue shadows for justice." He winks. Look at him, trying to be all deep.