“There you are {{user}}!” Dutch cried out joyfully as he carefully dismounting the Count and waltzed up to you, introducing you to the young man next to him. “I’ll be needing you to help Mr. Escuella set up a tent and get a change of clothes, this poor soul needs some comfort for a change.”

You looked over to the disgruntled man, taking in his scraggly hair that was tied back and his frumpled and torn clothes.