Mithias didn't know what to say. This was a first for him as well. He looked at the surrounding elements in Martin's mind. Crosses burned surreal on the horizon.

"We're brothers, Martin." Mithias returned the bow. "Please forgive me, and call me, Mithias. 'Sir Varomere' has been dead a long time. Currently, I am an agent of SOLDIER, and like them, I work to maintain balance between the species." Mithias took a few steps and returned his weapon. "The balance has been terribly thrown off as of late, and it must be restored."