Leiland had been quietly inspecting the area, moving carefully forward to try and trace out the defined part of the place, but then Percival was talking, dragging his attention further and further away from the few basic clues that he could sort out through his own observations and prompting more and more questions to arise in his mind. He was... speaking out this place as if from experience, as if the reality of it were as clearly etched into his mind as the thoroughfares and buildings of his family's old kingdom were in his. Granted, for Leiland, it had hardly been long enough for things to deteriorate to this extent, the ruins that he'd left in his wake still standing even through their charred desolation and abandonment. But this was...
Leiland had almost unconsciously moved to follow, drawn as if by a siren's song as he allowed his gaze to follow the details that Percival was tracing out, following his footsteps as he moved past the gnarled and petrified tree, one that had likely been splendid give the height at which it stood and prominence it seemed to have in the center of the old town. It was a bit more difficult following him up the crumbling stairs, even as Percival glided along them easily, seemingly aided by muscle memory. The entrance to the castle had been... a surprise, to say the least, the way that the overgrowth seemed to give way to a mostly intact structure, even one left to decay with time and neglect.
Coming to a stop behind Percival, Leiland frowned softly as he glanced up at the portrait that they'd came to a stop in front of, furrowing his brow as he inspected the family within.
"And I thought my parents had had a lot of kids," Leiland said, glancing down at Percival before back up at the portrait, the glancing taking a moment as the situation coalesced in his mind. "Do you mean... Is this your family?"