[Park Entrance - East] (Alba) (Cecil) (Kyle) (Lino) (Grun)

"Worry not, no harm was done." Alba made a small chuckle, seemingly waving off Cecil's worries with his hand. He had seen though his bluff, but it was never needed in the first place; Alba was not quick to anger. Now facing the young man and the gate some distance away behind him, Alba could spot the other newcomers, gathering amongst themselves. As Alba expected, he found many faces that would be unusual in his world.

He refocused his sights on Cecil, "What a lively man. May I have your name, boy?" Alba asked, a light inquisitive tone mixed in with the slight distortion of age his voice had. "Mine is Alba, simply Alba. We of Musonian blood has but one word for our name." he said. In the gap between his introduction and Cecil's reply, he turned away and began walking with a slow, comfortable pace, as if urging Cecil to walk along deeper into the park.