'Klyphaestus.' Klyphaestus replied and felt a small surge of relief. This Hrafn seemed to be normal, not some old mad man who liked to cut into people's talks without invitations. This man could be amusing. Klyphaestus smiled at the observation. He could see the man he knew winking at him over Johnathon's shoulder. Klyphaestus liked Johnathon, or at least found the young Inarta's presence comfortable. Probably because of the similarity in age, thought Klyphaestus. But he knew better. It was the hunter look of Johnathon that gave Klyphaestus the hearty assurance of safety. He just hoped that Hrafn would be something equal to Johnathon in this.
'I am Klyphaestus, usually a storyteller.' He inclined his head.