"Sharp suit, blondie, not looking like he's strapped seven ways to Sunday..." The man gave a sardonic chuckle. "Looks like you're the guy. When kings die," While he lowered his voice slightly, it was surprising to see someone who initiated the Valravyn salutation so openly. It seemed like he didn't care too much for discretion. He waited for Sam to finish the code phrase. While he loathed the need for secrecy, it was protocol, and he didn't need base getting on his ass again for "unauthorized contact" or whatever they came up with. He was a simpler man, cut straight and simple. He got his job done. A comfortable aviator jacket covered most of his body, with normal fitted jeans that gave his legs some flexibility. Slate grey eyes peered back at Sam, carved between sun-weathered skin; the trademark of an outdoorsman. He didn't seem too old, maybe approaching his mid-thirties or so.

Samuel had faltered for a second, though it felt like minutes to him before giving a response. A hushed one at that. "Ravens rise." He was not expecting anyone to arrive to Tatakai besides the already known Hawkwind, which he had been briefed on. His eyes looked towards the man, curious on what was going to happen. Clasping his hands together as he asked the man his question. "So tell me, what brings you to this сеsspit of hatred and violence?"

Samuel was met with an amused expression. "Cesspit? Right on that. Hatred? Eh, folk 'round here seem too caught up in their own shit to actually hate. But violence?" Another mean laugh. "Boy oh boy, this place is chock-full of that. Militaries unregulated and stacked here by the dozen, people doing whatever they want... this place is a boiling pot. And whatever asshole is in charge around here forgot to take off the lid." He patted the tactical holster that was strapped around his body. There was a slightly curved sheathe that looked like a machete's housing, although no handle protruded from it. Only a decently thick metal ring. "Arioch Blaine. I already know who you are, so no need to worry about being polite. After all, we're in the rudest place imaginable. Perfect for someone like me." Another anomaly in habit. He lacked the passionate hatred of most of Farcon's men in his tone when he talked about the Dojo.

"Hatred and Violence go hand and hand here. Not too long ago a bounty was posted for one of the more...undesirable people here, not to mention the countless witch hunts in the past. The Dojo has no leader, the only thing closest are 'Sensei's'. A title that is meaningless once you actually encounter them, seeing how none of them could probably teach you or I a thing. Although I feel as if those Trayvens or whoever I was told threaten that leaderless system. The only true way to describe this place is chaos incarnate." He told Arioch with honesty, something that was rare nowadays. Samuel was numbed to it all, something that assisted in his operations on Tatakai compared to those who were new. He held his own hatred for the Dojo, having witnessed the ugly truth about it one too many times. Unlike Arioch he lacked any sort of holster or sheathe that was visible, perhaps he either hidden a weapon very carefully on him or he was skilled enough to handle dojoites. "Judging by what you said it seemed you were expecting me, may I ask what it is?"