He'll do, not only for sheer proximity's sake, but for how very casual he seems about a mage marching towards him. One has to be cautious of the panic stricken gentry, after all. No one likes a mob wielding pitch forks.

If only the place wasn't so...enormous. So foreign.

"You, ser! What is this place? When is this place?" Greetings can come later: he has more important things to do.

"I am not in the habit of trusting disembodied voices telling me to go out and play nice with the other children, you see. Do you know the year? It's very important."