Ezmond almost had himself some sort of heart failure when Ariels swords came flying at him and you can imagine his relief when the point of blade came to a stop just a fleas lick from his chest. He swiped that ol straw hat from his head as a matter of respectful thanksgiving and stretched out his hand to greet Renard.
“You can call me Ezmond!” He introduces himself with a mighty fine smile; “The greatest wizard who ever lived – And hot diggity damn, I hereby stand in your debt! If an exorcism is what ya want, then by golly I'm your man!”
Taken aback by the man's strange accent for a second, Renard hesitates before shaking Ezmond's hand.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. 'greatest wizard who ever lived'," he says wryly. "It's decided, then. I'll take lead for now, then, if you're as competent as you say you are, you can go work your magic on the entity."
Renard turns his back on Ezmond quickly, mostly to hide the confusion on his face. He had only heard the man's strange way of speaking at least once in his lifetime, and it was quite recent to boot. Nevertheless, he pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind and pushed on with the man at his back, going through the door that Ariel's body had snuck through.