[Eshandist]

Tikno smiled and held his hands open to the side in a gesture of friendship. Small flames spurted up his fingers to curl around his palms, quickly growing hot enough to turn blue. They died as quickly as they had manifested, showing that he too was friendly but not helpless.

"My thanks, I seem to have a touch of an appetite." His stomach protested quite loudly to understate his words, and he grinned again. "I have no fear of my feet being cut on anything. I have been bare foot throughout my wandering, and I havent come upon something yet on the ground that could pierce my skin." He said this not as a boast, but rather as stating fact. Reaching the stranger, he held out a hand, the flames having long since dissipated.

"My name is Tikno."