In the face of Marty's cheerful demeanor and greeting, Maelcums distant look starts to fade. He ties off a thread and puts his embroidery to one side, sighs and introduces himself to the group. His voice is deep and gravelly, almost exactly what you'd expect from the burly soldier.

"Maelcum Garvey. Garvey to you. You want something? Then you talk to me. If not, don't bother. I don't have the time or the effort to deal with wasters."

Having said his piece, he picks up his needle and thread and pointedly resumes sewing.