Adéwalé. Adéwalé.

Something about that name rang familiarity. Where had he heard it before? Suddenly, strangely, Connor felt like he just knew this man somehow. How so? He never had really met the man, he knew that for a fact.

He wouldn't forget someone if he got to know them, especially through such business as this. He could feel Adéwalé's eyes survey him over, taking in his details. It was interesting to say the least that they seemed so different, but this was not the time for learning of culture and chatting up a storm.

He hesitated a moment when Adéwalé shown his hand. He didn't really know him, he didn't at all. He could easily not accept the hand merely because of obvious reasons. But he could just as easily think of him as a Brother, and for now, Connor could trust him as one. The man's robes and hood didn't shield him of his own kindness, from what it looked. He had manners. The hand was to show he was to be friendly.

He slowly took the hand, and just as softly spoke, "Connor, though you seem to already know of my name."