Strange wind brings, strange travelers.

[Haylie]

*The red-headed woman finally looks up at the newcomer, her red eyes suddenly ablaze with interest; she pulls the sword onto her back and approaches*
Hello. I'm Haylie. Who might you be?

*She doesn't seem openly hostile, but her hand hasn't left the sword's hilt yet...*

[Feanaro]

Feanaro bows to every person that arrives and say to them:"I Thank you all for your welcoming and it's a great pleasure to meet you all. Then Feanaro hears a someone behind him talking to him, he turns around and sees the young woman that was already standing there when he arrived. She hadn't moved at all until now and now she was standing in front of him with her hand of the hilt of the sword. With one hand he puts a part of his cloak behind his back to reveal to hilt of his own sword wich was adorned with silver leaves. He puts his other hand on the sword hilt ,bows before the woman and says to her:"I am called different by many, but my name i was born with is Feanaro. It's a pleasure to meet you.
He smiles a little, but his eyes tell a different story.

[Haylie]

*Haylie gives a bit of a half-smile and grips the sword just a little bit tighter; her voice is strangely... blank, accent-less, notably low, and getting lower*
Formalities don't mean much to me. A simply handshake will do.

*She hold out one hand*

[Helel]

Welcome to MSF, Feanaro :O

*just floats around in the air, as though she were sitting in a chair*

I hope you have a good time, make friends and play nice. Or else! ^_^