[His wording is a bit strange, and he knows that, but given his past and all... He can't quite learn to trust people when they meant no harm to him. It's something that he's learned to apologize for, but for now, he figures that he'll drop it all together. He figures that Mlynar may grow close to him if they were to be stuck here together, and it's something that he doesn't mind. He needed to meet new people, even though the very thought of that made him so very, very nervous.

Still, he continues to follow right behind him, with his hands in his pockets. Eyes staring down at the floor below him, until his words capture his attention. Astralin bringing his hand over toward his ears, and brushing back some of his hair to reveal that his ears were pointy, rather than human. He had made it a habit of hiding his ears ever since this war started, so it was strange that he could freely do this.]

I am what you call an "Ori". I am... Unsure if they exist outside of my world, but what distinguishes us from mystics and humans are our ears, and our height. We derive from mystics -- beings that have animalistic features. There was a mutation some time ago, and now we Ori exist because of it.

... Well, now we are barely existing due to Demetria Xydis' conquest for more power, but we do exist to some degree. ... Apologies, I suppose that was quite dark, but we must try and be humorous in these dark times.

[ASTRALIN? USING SOME VERY DARK HUMOR? At least he's opening up a bit.]