Standing up from the tall grass, Alexander wiped off the grass and dirt on his uniform, sighing out dejectedly. "I-I'm fine everyone! I'm sorry, I was just writing in my book, see?" He showed them with accurate drawings of plants and animals, along with scribbled words that seemed like information on said drawings. He hopped back onto his horse, put the book and quill away, and held onto the reins as they continued into the wilderness. At the others, he gave the most heartwarming smile he could give, and spoke out. "I'm Alexander, I'm from the....er....-" He seemed to be lost in thought for a small second, then quickly caught himself before he made himself sound like a rambling idiot, "-Inner District! From Mitras!" He seemed to have this welcoming personality to himself, that could lighten the mood of most people, unless they simply chose not to be happy or just couldn't.