"I am alone," Roshak-Sel replied in his thick northern accent with a smirk on his face. He clasped the little man's hand in his own, almost engulfing it with how much larger the Aluvalian was. "This is my shield brother, Svarhald-Sel. I am his sword, and he my shield."
His brother, in reply, shook the man's hand with the same overpowering amount of muscle. "Talliden," the little man introduced himself as he shook, trying to put extra slack in his arm in order to avoid any damage from the other's grip.
"Where I come from," the Calithan took a few steps back as he retorted, not daring to make eye contact. "People adhere to the rules they are given."