Aleksei chuckles slightly. "And I am sure you have tales to teach me, friend. Truth be told, this is the first time I have been further than a day's march from my country's borders. I've tried not to gawk like an uneducated farmer, but there is so much different here that I can barely keep up."

He gestures to Owyn, in the act of giving the flower to Manar. "He seems a kindred spirit, as a paladin, but I do not understand the 'chivalry' he speaks of, which seems to consume so much of his thoughts. He treats Dame Manar as though she were some delicate maid cloistered in her father's estate, not a warlady in service to the gods of Light. Is this usual in the southlands?"