"Hello, Little Guy, your name is Emhardt, right? Fisher has just introduced you to me... I'm Renie, Fisher's friend. Nice to meet you."
On a wobbly little wooden boat, Renie sat at the bow, Fisher in the middle, holding a huge wooden oar and rowing, while Emhardt had just woken up. Fisher had roughly explained to him that they had dealt with the Witch Research Association's pursuers, left the Northern Realm, and were heading to the East Ocean to find a solution for Fisher's pursuit of death.
However, this seemed to be the first proper meeting between Renie and Emhardt.
Emhardt floated in mid-air, glanced at Renie in front of him, then turned to look at Fisher, who had regained his strength and was rowing, before coughing and saying to Renie with his head held high,
"Yeah, I am the great Sir Emhardt. You can call me the great Sir or the great Emhardt, but don't call me Little Guy!"
