To Max's credit it had to be said that he moved surprisingly spryly for someone of his age. Admittedly he had noticeable difficulty keeping up with a Yao Guai going at full speed. When he finally caught up with Par the old man was wheezing and coughing. "Damnit, kid. That sure was something." Max smirkwd as he planted the curved blade to the ground to keep himself standing. Upon closer inspection the weapon's blade was like that of an oversized combat knife - probably taken from a very large super mutant or something of the like.

It took a moment for Max to steady his breath and finally straighten up properly. "Heck, you sure got a nice little pet there. Not quite one of them smart deathclaws I used to travel with, but hot damn! Guess I should have brought some power armor with me from back west..." The old man shook his head and spat on the ground. "Now just look at me, ramblin' on like that - forgettin' manners and all that. The name is Sawyer, Max Sawyer." He politely offered his right hand to Par.