"Apologies, it's just difficult not to recognize that hair of yours. That, and it's not often one sees white lightning being wielded so casually," the youthful knight smiled, "I'm Markus."
He stared at the man's white-gloved hand for a moment before begrudgingly accepting his greeting, shaking it firmly.
"...Thanks," He said genuinely this time, "I probably would've done something a bit unsightly."
"A bit?" Markus laughed, "Argonauts really are something else, aren't they?"
"You think so?" He replied, still holding sparse care in his tone.
After a moment, he began to continue on his way before stopping after just a single step as a thought came to his mind.
"Hey, knight."
"It's Markus," The youthful man replied wryly with a chuckle, "but what is it?"
"You know this city pretty well, right? I need help finding somebody."
