Noctisardor Bypass hello, I watch you come and go

Arbiter wasn't too far when the calls came up. They were unfamiliar to her, at least as far as voices went, so she turned her trail back to meet them. And as she approached, they were visually unfamiliar too, but on closer inspection their scent at least held some familiar tones. She'd been to their borders enough times over the last few years to figure it was probably Easthollow. 

Was the man then the son that Valette had spoken of? It wasn't like she was given a visual description -- unless she had and the writer hasn't gotten there yet. The other was much younger. So something else afoot? An inquisitive cant of her head, I am Arbiter, this is Legion. What brings you here? A simple question, but she'd best not assume. Never made anyone look good, after all.