"Yeah, as a matter of fact, I am." Parrish took a step closer. He was still a good distance away, but he was close enough to have a normal pitched conversation. He looked the guy over, and assessed he could probably handle himself in a fight, even with an artificial arm. Parrish didn't want to find out just how accurate that assessment was.
"Name's Parrish. Well, Jordan Parrish, but everybody calls me Parrish." Well, most everyone. There were a few people who insisted on using his given name, but most people called him Parrish. It was sort of left over from his military days, and he didn't mind.
"I just accepted the invitation to come here today, and now I'm kind of at a loss as to what to do next." He wasn't sure what he'd expected when he'd taken the invitation. He was happy to be here, he felt drawn to this place much the way he'd been drawn to beacon Hills. He just didn't quite know what to expect, now that he was here.