Phoenix Maplewood Who the Hell is Leviticus Cornwall?

Sega Tuhut. Barrett nodded, committing the name to memory, though withholding his own, even if only for the time-being. This man surely seemed to be the peak of benevolence, with the whole—follow if you choose, not by force. It reminded him of something that has long since passed. Something he did not quite know.
I'll follow ya, he spoke, trailing forwards to close the space between them. 's long as ya know where yer headed, paired with humorous huff.

He was content to walk in silence, but would not reject conversation. The accent he carried drew his curiosity, but he was yet to voice such a thing. Instead, he'd rather listen. Rather learn about the man who guided him, than reveal anything of himself.
His walls were still quite far up. For now.