The Darkling offers his hand without hesitation, taking it, his own grip firm.

"Kirigan," he introduces, nodding as the other answers. It's fascinating to him, how the other's talents differ. It's not the first time it's happened in this village but it's rare enough that the Darkling is taking careful note.

"I'd say it's a pleasure to meet you, but given the circumstances, I'm sure you're just as irritated as all of us." There's almost a smile, thin and dripping with disdain, but there.