Somewhat surprised by the presence of the armour clad knight, he is pleased to see the younger boy step forward. The strangely dressed man, though not any more strange a sight than Walker himself, couldn't be more than a few years younger.

When the ever-loquacious Dern began what was sure to be another long winded explanation, Walker's forehead descends to meet his palm. While Dern speaks he has time to dismount and walk forward towards the two, now three, strangers.
This is an important convergence, Saint Walker. Your new family.
They aren't my family yet he can't help but reply. Ignoring the voices would have been better. They didn't deserve absolute credence, but this time he couldn't help but agree. These folk looked to be the group of cartographers he was to work with.

"And I am Walker. Thank you for welcoming us. Where is the Oleg who asked for these guards? Sir Garess should meet."