Chosen, huh? Rylan was surprised that the boy took so easily to this role that had been thrust upon him, but maybe that was because he himself tended to be kind of a flake. Gods knew that Rylan would never accept having his future plotted out for him. It was definitely part of the reason he had left home--traveling was just so much more freeing than having to deal with duties as a  young nobleman.

His eyes widened slightly at the hint of snark that leaked into Jacob's speech, and there was a moment of silence before he let out a laugh. Straightening up, the man rubbed at the back of his neck and grinned at the tactician. "Yeah, yeah. Jacob, was it?" Although he was young, Rylan had to admit that he admired his determination. Having to find a way to "end this war" was definitely a vague mission, but on that note...hey, sounded like fun to him. He didn't usually travel with a lot of people, so he was sure it'd be a new and interesting experience for him.

"Well, I suppose if you don't mind me tagging along, I don't mind offering you my service." Taking a step back with a cheeky grin, he gave an perfectly poised, flourishing bow. You could thank all those damn etiquette lessons for that. "My sword is yours, Champion."