"Valyr. Valyr Zeihardt."
Though the Overseer's name made him inwardly raise his eyebrow, the young man did not show any hint of this on the outside as he returned the former's handshake.
"I'm the Guardian of the Mystic Plane," he said to him, a faint smile also adorning his face. "Also, though it may not seem like it, I'm also a Lesser Elder of Veldanyr's Blacksmith Guild… if that means anything to you, anyway."
Listening to Valyr introduce himself as the Guardian of the Mystic Plane, Xervei continued to look at the young man before him with a faint smile.
Even the young man's mention of him being part of the Blacksmith Guild did not cause the expression on his face to change.
However, when he heard the surname that came out of Valyr's mouth, it was only then did Xervei make a reaction.
"Zeihardt?" Xervei raised his eyebrow in curiosity. "You're a Zeihardt?"
