Luneshale Pass I don't know where to put my hands

Little kuş prens approaches. Kemal does not know him, only of him. Pausing his stride when the boy calls out, he stares down at him stoic and calm.

You speak English or Spanish? He asks in return to the other's greeting, eyebrow raised. He has more fluency in one than the other, but knows he will struggle if both are spoken at once. Neither are his first language.

Looking past the boy, he checks to see if anyone is following after him. To be vigilant, if nothing else.