Perhaps I made a wrong turn?

[Peter Quill]

Quill managed a small uneasy grin. "Come on you've never heard of Star-Lord? Legendary out-law?" He said defiantly as he released Gherron's hand. "That's me. But seeing as we're all friends you can just call me Peter Quill. Or just Quill is fine." Now up close, Quill took the opportunity to have a closer examination of his new found 'friends' equipment. Fawklin seemed to be armed with a long sword and some kind of make shift dagger, perhaps a large throwing knife. As the big guy took his hand off his dagger, Quill also took his hand off of his element gun. While he didn't know these two well enough to complete trust them, he felt at ease. As for the monk Gherron, he seemed only to be armed with a some sort of device in the shape of a metal rod. Quill noticed intricate designs engraved into it. A fine piece of equipment obviously crafted with care. Probably worth a good amount on the black market, somewhere around 40,000 units. But Quill liked Gherron. Something about his personality put Quill at ease and made him trust the monk. Resting his hands on his belt, Quill answers Gherron's question. "I've traveled all over the Galaxy, so I'm sure at some point I have visited what you call the Outer Region."