Angus heard a voice call out to him and turned to see one of the foreigners from earlier. He slowed, and allowed the young man to catch up before replying. "The buildings here can make it hard to see, but the castle should be visible from most parts of the town. I am heading there now, actually, so you are welcome to walk with me if you so desire." As they strolled through the narrow streets of the town, Angus studied the foreigner. It was hard to judge, but the other appeared to be close to his age, perhaps a little older. The coat he wore was like none the Araluan lad had ever seen, but looked to be more functional than decorative. "My name is Angus," he introduced himself. "Of Bellmaker fief. My family visits Redmont regularly, though, so I know my way around somewhat."