[Quiet Man Cometh]

Focusing on Ell, he realizes the contrast in their dress. "I see. Yes, in such a modern setting, I am likely to be mistaken for a tourist attraction in such garb. It is not to our benefit to draw a crowd." He looks down at himself and swipes at his robes, as if brushing off some stubborn dust, and abruptly looks up to Ell a much younger and more casual looking man: Fair hair falling in waves to just above his shoulders, paint stained denim jeans, and a t-shirt bearing the Virtruvian Man. Younger eyes and a younger smile look at Ell from beneath the same crooked red cap.

Rider turns to the door but pauses while reaching for the knob, turning back to his master. "We haven't exchanged names." He thinks for a moment. "I am thus far called Rider, yes? Bland, but functional for the purposes of the day. What am I to call you?"