The Hyur responds to the gesture of her hand shake by reaching his hand out in return and takes it in a firm, but non-aggressive manner. A light dusting of Thanalan sands layer the fingerless gloves that cover his hands. He would give her hand a quick, tight squeeze, but not so hard it would cause any sort of discomfort or pain as he briefly shook it.
       "I apologize, manners seem to elude me in my current state," he barely tilts his head downwards, while keeping his eyes on her, as if requesting her forgiveness, "Tobias. A Jack by all Trades. From furrowing the fields to guarding the Sultana...that is if the opportunity ever arose." he states with a small smile gracing his lips. The surprisingly silken feel of his fingertips slip from her hand after he is done introducing himself.
       Yloise was able to discern from her once over that Tobias was obviously a Hyur from the Midlands with sharp facial features. He was of average height, about five fulms and six or seven ilms. His hair matches her own raven color, perhaps even darker so in some parts. He was of light complexion that was barely touched by the kiss of Thanalan's sun. Tobias' lips were full and defined with shiny, wet eyes that seem to hold a kind of contrast in color. They were symmetrical in hues, but there seems to be a lightening and darkening in the dark charcoal pools; however he stood too far and at an angle to really see the finer details. Any impression of his build other than perhaps being slightly slender due to his pronounced collarbones would be hidden by what he wears save for the toned definition that runs along the length of his arms. Perhaps the best way to describe Tobias within a single word is lusty.
       Tobias inspects her with another casual sweep of her form, much like her once over on him. Her words had no inflection of someone trying to hide anything. Or at the very least, one that he could not discern if she were. However, he does take note of her hair sweep and adjustment of spectacles, though that alone does not mean anything. That is when he fires another question.
       "You are a Goldsmith, you say? Is there a particular type of stone you enjoy working with the most?"
       "I apologize, manners seem to elude me in my current state," he barely tilts his head downwards, while keeping his eyes on her, as if requesting her forgiveness, "Tobias. A Jack by all Trades. From furrowing the fields to guarding the Sultana...that is if the opportunity ever arose." he states with a small smile gracing his lips. The surprisingly silken feel of his fingertips slip from her hand after he is done introducing himself.
       Yloise was able to discern from her once over that Tobias was obviously a Hyur from the Midlands with sharp facial features. He was of average height, about five fulms and six or seven ilms. His hair matches her own raven color, perhaps even darker so in some parts. He was of light complexion that was barely touched by the kiss of Thanalan's sun. Tobias' lips were full and defined with shiny, wet eyes that seem to hold a kind of contrast in color. They were symmetrical in hues, but there seems to be a lightening and darkening in the dark charcoal pools; however he stood too far and at an angle to really see the finer details. Any impression of his build other than perhaps being slightly slender due to his pronounced collarbones would be hidden by what he wears save for the toned definition that runs along the length of his arms. Perhaps the best way to describe Tobias within a single word is lusty.
       Tobias inspects her with another casual sweep of her form, much like her once over on him. Her words had no inflection of someone trying to hide anything. Or at the very least, one that he could not discern if she were. However, he does take note of her hair sweep and adjustment of spectacles, though that alone does not mean anything. That is when he fires another question.
       "You are a Goldsmith, you say? Is there a particular type of stone you enjoy working with the most?"
