There was something strange about the other man's hand, though Wally couldn't quite put his finger on it. He withdrew from the handshake with the look of a man who has just touched something that ought not be squishy, but is, and thus inexplicable and just plain weird.

"Yes. Ah...so, then." He faltered, then regained his smile. "Allow me to introduce myself: Wallace Sheldon Everett, Wizard, GGIP, LLTC, LMNOP, and occasional reciter of orcish poetry. 'Wally', for short, if you like. Now, why on earth did you attack me?"