Vevoran Rosian, Simdred
Rosian turns to Simdred, and commits everything he can about her to memory. Her appearance, the way she communicated with him, the curiosity that was her already having found this new realm. After a moment, he spoke. His voice was on the lighter side, but clear, and easy to understand. As he spoke, he let his cloak of stars unravel itself, and underneath he wore simple, but obvious clothes of a travelling bard. Dark greens, deep reds, and even a little purple, but still simple, and tough looking.
"My name you say? My name is Rosian, and who might you be?"
His face was calm, silver eyes watching her from behind his glasses, long heir flowing over, and blending in with his cloak.