[Kyonos Weatherstone]

The lowering of the sword reduced the air of hostility but it certainly did not eliminate it. The armor had no purpose except as protection in a fight. The closed visor masked the identity of the person behind it. He wondered why that was needed unless the identity alone would prove the individual to be potentially hostile. Then the Dwarf noticed that the wristbow was cocked, ready to fire. He held his hammer up in a position from which he could easily throw it if the wristbow was being oriented toward him. He considered the wristbow to be not much more than a toy but should the bolt by chance hit, it could be troublesome to say the least. Actually, Kyonos had little respect for anyone who used a range weapon. A true warrior strives for physical contact.

Then the stanger spoke. Though the stated intentions seemed reasonable and voiced no threat, the Dwarf was not in the least ready to trust this person. Before he would even consider a peaceful coexistance some things had to be taken care of. "Talk can be just a bunch of noise. First unload the wristbow. Then remove your helm. You're not going to be dealing with anybody but me until you do that."