Morgan turned again with a start when the other man the beind had circled addressed him. At least, the assumed there was a man under the mask and cloak. A foreign and strange-looking weapon hung at his side by a strap, and a motley asortment of gear was supported by the pack on his back. With his hood down, Morgan could see that the stranger had long red hair, not differing too much from his own auburn mane. If he imagined the mask as a knight's helm, he could see the two of them being not so different from one another.

[color=silver]"Hail and well met,"[/color] Morgan greeted the other man, recognizing at the very least a fellow warrior. [color=silver]"I am Ser Morgan Selwyn, of... Well, I am not so sure that matters any more. Since we all evidently arrived together, I can only assume we share a lack of knowledge of this land."[/color] Looking around while he spoke, Morgan studied the decaying situation around the seafarer for a moment before turning his gaze to the horizon and the village he could barely see. [color=silver]"I was hoping that... whatever that was would be able to tell me about this place, but it seems we have been left to our own devices. I intend to visit yon settlement and see what I can learn."[/color]