Age of Ice [IC]

[Aramil Liadon]

Zanetus stands and bows to the new arival, awaiting him to take his seat before siting down himself. Ah, Altoma. Pleased to meet you. Lamagra, if you wished to ask me the same question, why not when we first sat down? A touch of humour colours his voice, and one corner of his thin-lipped mouth tips up. I'm Zanetus, although you may have heard of me as the forester. I spend most of my time out in the wilderness, you see. Unless you have things you would like to talk about, I suggest you get down to eating so Alea can explain why we are here. It will get me out of your hair quicker, which I'm sure will be a great comfort to our friend here. Zanetus gestures to the Llama grass
Note: Zanetus is looking at Altoma, largely ignoreing the more rude of his two companions.