As the man is at the weapon racks an unexpected arrival greets Clint.

"Hello, it's nice to see a familiar face here".

Clint turns to see what was indeed a familar ocean blue face. It was Aubrey the water Genasi. She was a dependable member as the party Cleric. When she was around he didn't need to worry as much about the group and could go all out or even take more risks in a fight.

"Hey Aubrey, I just got here a couple hours ago. I was going to have a... chat with, ah... um... What's your name?" Clint asks.

"My people have given me the name Bojovnik Za Svobodu. The man says with his back to Clint.

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"I don't recognize the language, what's it mean?" Clint asks.

Turning casually the small framed man walks to within ten feet to the two, he bows to Clint, and plants the wooden pole vertically to his side." ...in your tongue it means freedom fighter."

Clint not really understanding the context decides to mirror the gesture and awkwardly bows in return.

Clint wasn't sure he wanted to fight this frail modest creature. Keeping himself in a relaxed posture with the same equipped sword and shield at his sides it didn't seem like a fair fight. He had the advantage of a blade and shield while his opponent had a pole with no threatening fixed sharp implement.

Upon closer inspection to Clint, he didn't see much muscle mass behind the matching garb that Clint was wearing. He had the advantage of weight, better equipment, and possibly stamina.

He was starting to question his membership to Garmult's. He didn't exactly want to beat on someone not his own size especially not in front of one of his companions.