Not only one person he's never met, but two? Boy howdy, this is his day! Harrowheart approaches eagerly with a smile on his face. His casual plaid shirt and khaki shorts contrasts starkly with the deadly serious runed axes he wears at his belt. For this prim and proper lady he offers a hand to shake. A cold, dead, detached hand which floats of its own accord, bound to his severed wrists only by wisps of blue magic. He offers nervously-lingering Viatorus a hand to shake as well, so long as he doesn't mind shaking lefty-style.
"I'm Harrowheart!" he says without further prompting. "It's great meetin' folks here, ain't it? I think that's half the fun. The other half is all the neat tech. You ever used a phone?"
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"I'm Harrowheart!" he says without further prompting. "It's great meetin' folks here, ain't it? I think that's half the fun. The other half is all the neat tech. You ever used a phone?"