That made sense.. He guessed? The contractees were nice, but he still might want to choose his words carefully. A werewolf... Ish? And a swords woman. One wrong move could have him in flesh ribbons. "I guess I'll go first, then. My name is Tyrian, Monk of Tyral. I come from what I've learned this place calls the uncharted islands. I hope to hone my spells here." He stuck out his hand to the pair for them to introduce themselves. His physique was that of a human who worked out well, but had not the time to add muscle, but rather define the meat he had on him. A life in the mountains will do it for you.