[i]That was when he finally linked the presence to something familiar; his dark arts. Dark magic, elder magic, evil tomes, necromancy. They all fed on negative emotions, burdens... the practice irked him. And even though this man didn't practice it, the vibe he gave off was similar. One of uneasiness; of extreme burden, hardships, pain, and sorrow. Extending his hand out, Alon smiled as he shook Damien's hand.[/i] A pleasure to meet you too, Damien. You seem like an interesting man yourself; and coincidentally, I like interesting too. [i]The grin of a boy lit up on his face; as much as he was wise, the vestiges of a child still lurked in Alon's eyes. The boy was an anomaly to him, someone that couldn't be taken at face value like the stories did. As much as Damien was intrigued, Alon was too. The bit saying he had met Lance and Lana brought him a bit of peace, and soon the mage was taking this encounter quite seriously; he'd always disliked the way the dark arts felt. Being around this man would help him, in a way. Hopefully.[/i] You say legends bring you to this Dojo... I can tell you many of them are gone. Dead. I lived in the same time they did, fought beside them, and I'm honoured. But I don't understand why you'd seek me, of all people. Lana holds her secrets, Lance has his history. I may be interesting, but not so much so that you'd take the time to talk; although, I am grateful for the opportunity to meet you. I guess I'm just saying your reasoning seems... odd, to me. And as a man who seeks knowledge, that makes me curious. Most wouldn't give me a second thought. [i]His eyes wandered down, but immediately came back up to his; he scanned his yellow irises, searching it seemed. Alon could feel his aura of burden, and with his eyes he looked for it's source.[/i] It's an honour, though. [i]Alon bowed, smiling as he came back up. The formalities made him uncomfortable at times; but there was always exceptions.[/i]