Tegwaret retained his smile through the woman's introductions. There was such grace of language and poise, he couldn't help but think of them as true nobility, however, he knew of Wanderers. A form of kindred spirit, he considered, but still he couldn't expose his name, not to anyone.
"Your son is curious, a dangerous, yet noble trait of survival. There are no apologies necessary. The woods are woods, the water is water, the grass is grass and no one owns it, we are all borrowers."
Fully stepping out of their way and keeping a safe, but casual distance between them all and their horses, he continued. "My name is Everett, a bit of a roamer as well, though not aligned with any clan or such." He sighed, happily, taking in the fresh air that always seemed cleaner near a source of water, before admiring their horses. "What brings you through here? If you're looking for Sapphire City, you're not too far off, I can tell you that."