[ Kaladin tips his head in return, a stiff little gesture. He feels it is probably the right thing to do, whether or not the man had mean't his niceties. He had light eyes snarl his title through bared teeth for most of the few months he had been afforded the station, and sneered worse names when he had had no standing at all. This man could be a light eyes, but with the mask on there was no way Kaladin could tell.

All the better. Mean't he didn't have to bother with all the bowing and boot licking that spoilt nobility expected. Besides, he had yet to see any princeling, lord or noble alike to wear such a grim get up. Whatever station this man had once held, it was very obviously not something he was bound to now.

Syl, confident they were no longer fighting or in any danger, floats leisurely through the air - she spins like a leaf tipped in the wind, hovering just slightly closer and inspecting their new acquaintance.]

I think you'd find my head stubbornly fond of my shoulders.

[ One didn't get a title like Stormblessed for nothing. Deciding to defuse the hostility a little, he relaxes just slightly, hands comfortably at his side and back straight. Stretched to his full height he graces 6 ft tall, and all of him lean muscle. ]

So I take it you aren't a local resident of the area? I was hoping to get some bearings, or at least directions to the closest town.