Gale holds out his own hand and gives it a firm clasp, feeling a strange kinship with this man. It was rare that he felt as such but this man, just from how he spoke-- he could tell that he knew his way around a spellbook and that was heartening. Very very heartening in such a manner that with such a delicate matter as this, it was better that he rely on someone who knew their way around spells.

"Gale Dekairos, it is a pleasure." and then he raised a brow, "You are a.. fellow wizard then?" it was deductive reasoning of course, but the man did not have the look of a sorcerer or a warlock about him, and the way he spoke was particularly wizardly in nature.