Aphael

Aphael felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up, and looked around. When he spotted Virva starring at him, he simply smiled and turned back to the sea. When she finally addressed him he turned and performed a small bow. He definitely seemed amused by Virva's ire. "I am known as Aphael of..." He almost choked on that last word. Clearing his throat brought back his voice, but it no longer contained any mirth. "Aphael will do for now." A period of silence followed, he seemed to be lost within his past. Snapping back, he smiled again and looked Virva over. "So, what's got you worried? Sickly father? Scorned lover? Perhaps you lost a trinket?" Laughing heartily, he walked over to her and put his arm around her shoulders. "Well, never fear. As long as I am around, everything will be as right as rain."