The man reciprocated the handshake and returned the same amount of caution Sawyer gave him. "Lucien Farcòn at your service. Quite strange that someone like myself would come to a place like this - much less someone like myself existing. I highly doubt anyone else could wield blue fire such as this, Aaron Sawyer. Doing such a thing would mean I am dead." ... A heartbeat passes. "Did you say somebody possessed similar weapons and equipment to me as well?"

Sawyer nodded. "Yes, the same weapons, and the same smell of brimstone and lights of cobalt flame you displayed. Strange... but not my own problem." He slowly backed away. "It's time I returned to my post, but good luck with whoever you seek to find, or... whatever is happening with the weaponry and skills you possess. Welcome to the Dojo. I'm sure you'll cause quite a stir." Sawyer turned completely, opening the huge Dojo gates with ease and leaning once again on the wall, where he let the burning ember of his lighter sit under the cigar.

[spoiler]Phoenix never smelled like brimstone sadly :)[/spoiler] "My thanks, Aaron Sawyer. I trust that we'll be seeing more of each other." Lucien gives a small wave before disappearing through the gates, still distressed in finding this boy of his.

[spoiler]Sorry. My mistake. [/spoiler]