Brandon Bor

Brandon turned and raised his hand, waving greeting. The young man caroled, "Reinhardt! What're you doing here?"

"And why are you in full armor? Clanky stuff, armor. Mum says with practice you can even learn to dance in it, but I dunno how. Dancin' is hard enough even without armor, and you can break someone's toes if you step on 'em."

Brandon frowned. "Don't tell me you walked all the way from town in that getup. That's crazy."