Majid shakes the younger man's hand. Ah, you must be the paladin of angels I've heard tell of! Lord Majid al-Khawiun, chosen paladin of great Sarenrae. I am indeed here to put an end to whatever wickedness haunts these lands. Suddenly, he laughs and draws the lad in to clap him on the shoulder. A delight to met you, brother paladin! It will be good to fight alongside another of our kind again.

He steps back and looks around. Golem? I own no golems... Turning, he catches sight of the Wyrwood. Greetings, little golden man, in the name of the Dawnflower. Are you a golem or a seeker of truth?

He turns to address the others as well, bowing slightly to Raydine. Greetings, sayyeda undine. Lord Majid al-Khawiun. It is nice to see another genie-kin in these northern lands.

Finally, he catches sight of the kobold. Well met. Have you come to answer the mayor's call, dragon-kin?