Andros was perusing the different wares of a peasant's stall, the women selling pottery of fine craftsmanship despite the clear lack of quality clay. Just as he was about to move on to the next curiosity that caught his fancy, a refined gentlemen approached. Taking in the man's words, Andros reached into his pocket, pulling out a small handkerchief as he took the gentleman's hand for a stern handshake. The handkerchief acting as a thin layer to separate their touch from any germs or grime the man may have had. "My name is Andros De Rosius, currently I am exploring. Before I attend some political matters for my family."
