The hand met Asheroth's was rocky and great in size, easily looking like it would overwhelm the much smaller hand within it. But the hand was calm, and entirely gentle, as if it were made of leaves rather than stone and mortar.

"Good to meet you, Asheroth." The Shepherd smiled. "If you are a friend of my companions here, then you are a friend of mine as well. Though, I can't say I've heard of you."