The man nodded skeptically. From the prophecy and legends he heard among the crowds of the more seasoned Dojo civilians, the weaponry and skills of this newcomer seemed identical to that of the old hero. "My apologies, then. You seemed very similar to the man I had heard of." The guard extended his hand, obscured by a glove with its fingers rigidly cut off. He took the hand of Lucien firmly, squeezing it enough to show his open nature but soft enough not to hurt the newcomer. "Aaron Sawyer. What's your name, then?"