"Portals" he says, slightly amused that someone cared enough to notice, "Sometimes the quickly way to get somewhere is to just go, skipping all that space inbetween. Especially when it rains," he laughed, standing and approaching her, offering his hand to take hers to kiss the back of it. "My name is Valaesin, my dear, nice to meet you," he offered, in polite tones that betrayed his training. He had the look and stature of someone who had learned how to stand and influence people, maybe even lie, although the twinkle in his eye was reassuring that it was not truly a part of him to lie. His brown hair was cut short and neatly and the leftovers of an unshaved beard was the only sign that he might have been able to slack off in the last few days. "Tell me about yourself, perhaps your name, Blue."