The woman he’d assaulted with a flood of words looked like him. In color, at least, all monochrome coat and slender build. Her color was more focused on her face, however, and her eyes differed from his own. Otherwise, Vespasien would have thought the woman some form of cousin to him.

She confirmed she hadn’t seen Rinon, and his ears wilted back.

Ah.. The boy was old enough to be alone, had trekked away from his home. Vespasien was just pleased to have been a safe harbor for a time.

Well, he was a rather smart creature. He had a mountain he wished to visit, I’m..sure he made his way there. Perhaps come warmer months, he’d try to visit. That sounded nice, right? He shivered at a gust of wind slicing through his coat.

Apologies, I get the feeling I’ve been told I talk too much. I’m Vespasien Gwenaël Jean-Luc du Lac. He would really have to stop introducing himself with the long form of his name, he considered as he took a breath.

B-But I’m perfectly happy just being called Vespasien!