"I am Orion Pentecost." He declared himself to the outriders, and even wet and ragged he looked a born cavalier. His announcement kept Ragnar from fully hefting his axe threateningly. Barbarian or not, he was sworn to serve Orion and follow his example. "I am scion of house Hawkwood and a Questing Knight of the Realm. I am nephew to Baron Clement of Gwynneth, servant of Duke William Rochfort of the same." 

Filenia peeked through her cowl at Orion, appraising him at that announcement. The sun gleamed on his wet head of hair, making him seem brilliant even whilst being beaten and tired. Orion did not even gesture to his troupe behind him. "These are my courtiers and companions. We've been shipwrecked on your world as we made our way to Nowhere on a pilgrimage. You've a choice, sir. You can leave us to our fates here or allow us to take refuge with you, for we have little money." 

"If you are who you say you are, show us proof." The leader spake, tossing his reins a bit so his steed would toss its head challengingly. He was young and dashing, but obviously used to being the one to spew out titles. Orion tore a bit of his cloak off his hard left pectoral, revealing his armor and Hawkwood crest, made of gilded steel and brass to denote his status. It shined in the sun brightly. 

"I see...well, you may accompany us." The Outrider said, using one syllable too many on 'accompany.' "I am Cleto, a nephew myself to Duke Placedo. I suspect he will wish to you aid you. I doubt he would harm someone of House Hawkwood. He wishes for your houses favor." His eyes ran over the others, still suspicious despite the proof. None of the others have yet to speak. "Favor is currency on Aragon, you will find. Come."

He turned his horse, controlling the beast skillfully. His men behind him followed suit. Orion knew they hadn't the room to let any of them ride with them, so he was satisfied when they simply walked at a slow canter. 

"I've forgotten you have so many titles." Annika whispered playfully. 

"I don't need to use them often." Orion whispered back, the barest hint of a smile on his face. In typical Hawkwood fashion, it was gone a moment later and he watched his surroundings, wary as always. "Let's hope it doesn't lead us to a dungeon."

"I predict a warm welcome." Annika intoned, making a sign with her hands that was either meaningfully arcane or nonsense meant to supplicate those who watched to calm them (or pull his leg). Orion couldn't tell sometimes.