[center][b]Nihonto, Schwarzenburg Square[/b][/center]
For a few long moments, Nihonto held the young cubone's gaze. It was a thoughtful look, one that weighed her. And then, he offers her a split-toothed smile. "You're eager enough. I like that- you remind me of myself. Do me a favor? You might expect me to tell you to keep your head down, or stay out of the way? Don't even think about it. I want to see what you're made of, eh?" 

Lifting his attention to the waning crowd, then, Nihonto frowns. "I would have preferred a somewhat larger company - no entourage, no caravan, little one~. It's just we three. But so be it; like old times then, eh Thorvald? You're really going to have to tell me what happened to you. Did a good job of disappearing on us. But for now? ...We'd may as well get moving. Any supplies you need? By the way, guys, just call my Nihonto. Hell, Nih will do. None of that Sir Knight stuff, hear?" He looks back at Frey.