Varin smiled, more amused than not at the woman's ... statement regarding having seen him before.
"I shouldn't think that you have," he murmured, his voice accented. Not heavily, not indecipherable, but definitely pronounced, noticeable. "I am ... newer to the area."
Not new. Not anymore. But new-er. He extended a hand toward her. "Varin Dmitrov. I am a wandmaker." He smiled, not without a bit of pride at his statement. He was a good wandmaker, if not a particularly well-known one.
Though he preferred the lack of fame; it let him stay more or less out of the public eye. It let him make his wands for the right sorts.