[color=39b54a]"Nice to meet you Jacque"[/color] Roland replied warmly. It took him a second that introducing ones name normally indicates that you also have to give yours. It grew more and more complicated for Roland's to socialise himself, being around people always had been a problem for him. 

[color=39b54a]"Roland"[/color] it was a short and bitter pause that followed in which Roland remembered that he was the last of his family. [color=39b54a]"just Roland"[/color] he muttered a tad more quietly than before and pushed the door open which lead towards the mess hall.

Roland stopped abrupt as a wave of smell and comfortable heat engulfed him in a whole warm embrace, it was also the female huntress which startled him, who seemed to directly addressed the two newcomers.

[color=39b54a]"Ah oh.."[/color] he said in a quiet charmant way, so to say. 
[color=39b54a]"Oh...ah"[/color] he then continued as he realised that the female hunter was equal if not even more builded than he was. She was a sight to behold, some might even say a beast to behold but as wild as she looked like she was also kind of beautiful. 

A sudden growl of his stomach reminded him that he emptied on the ship a while ago and so he regained some of his stance.
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"My name's Roland"[/color] he said with the confidence of a three years old who just busted butt naked into a family reunion. To advert from him he turned towards a feyline and exchanged some words in their native language, the Feyline got huge difference eyes and began to speak quickly from excitment that a hunter would now their language. Quickly he brought him some bread, cheese, dried meat and a beaker full of butter beer. The feyline sadly placed directly opposite the female huntress. Roland simply tried to play the calm not talkative card to avoid social awkwardness.