"Callum." He took the handshake. He got a better look at Kellin, now that he was closer. Definitely a main dispeller, seeing as the staff was not the only lead thing that the boy was carrying. Most likely some sort of lead manipulator, though Callum heard that such were rare. Callum's extent of lead usage was a foci, and it was really just a tool to counter ranged attacks.

Callum recognized the subtle hints within Kellin's mannerisms. They weren't noticeable or notable at a glance, but taken together, it was clear to Callum, who peered into this side of the world that his family desperately refused. The accent, the confidence, rough edges and the way he carried himself. This boy used to be street leader, Callum's gut feeling said. And Callum agreed.

"So, how'd you come here?" Callum asked, testing to confirm suspicions, before getting interrupted by the bell. "Arrived, huh." He rubbed his neck. Well, he had no luggage, so he could walk straight through. He waited for Kellin to see if he had any luggage to attend to.