Leifr felt like he was beginning to understand. First, he was understanding Lyrisa a bit better. Second, he understanding that he was treading towards a landmine. A familiar voice picked up where Lyrisa faltered, casually stepping on the mine and explaining the situation.

“Ah.”

That was all Leifr could respond with. He hardly noticed the other man's horse wander on over. 

The feeling of having two large horses behind you while you were crouching is... discomforting to say the least. As the man, who introduced himself as Fiore, spoke to Lyrisa his steed seemed friendly and was apparently trying to get along with Leifr's, but of course the finicky and haughty warhorse that dismissed every name Leifr tried giving it seemed uninterested. It glanced at Fiore's steed, sniffed the air a bit, then looked away towards some unknown thing of apparently greater interest. Leifr rose from the ground and brushed off his knee. It was then that Fiore turned his attention to Leifr.

Eh, did Leifr misunderstand? Based on Fiore's actions before he believed that Fiore knew of Leifr previously, but he asked for Leifr's name. Maybe he is just a friendly person, thought Leifr as returned Fiore's camaraderie with a warm smile.

“Leifr of the noble House Forbannet, at your service, Sir Fiore.”

Leifr gave a slight bow with his introduction, but he cast a sideways glance at Lyrisa, thinking about her words. How long she's been alone Leifr did not know, but he now understood that she was capable of taking care of herself. Straightening back up, he smiled at Fiore and then at Lyrisa.

“Are we ready to head out, milord, milady? It'll be a couple of days before we return if all goes well so make sure you have everything you need.”