Jem and Briar
Most people around here seemed a little fancy to Briar. But this guy, Jem, reminded him a little of Sandry; real fancy. If he'd been back in Briar's world, no question he'd be Lord fer something.
Looking at the offered hand for a moment, Briar hesitated before taking it. He didn't like the shaking hands thing. It always felt a lot like dropping his guard, and the only thing he didn't like about his tattoos was constantly fielding questions about them.