Wheeling Gull Isle Cloaks of Mist

The first to respond to his call was not the benevolent man who was on his mind. Instead, out of the sweep of lavender, raised a stout, dark head. Remaining stationary, he blinked once...twice. Squinting slightly to try and make sense of this...odd wolf. He did not remember seeing her before. He began to take a step forward, then Bartholomew appeared.

"Greetings to you too." Ensio's reply was much more casual, hardly being educated in religion of any sort. "Heda...my friend, welcomed me some weeks ago. She said I should meet with you, when I found the time." It felt only natural for him to lower himself as he did. Still, traces of the harshness he had experienced in his young life were permanently etched onto his features. "Do you remember me? I'm Ensio." He offered, sharing an inclusive look with the woman.