Michael Tell entered the plaza, his old and slightly beaten armor recently polished. The recent times he has been spending with his niece Teea have changed him into a new man. He is freshly shaved and stands a little straighter and surer. The old wounds don't bother him as much, somehow, and he looks only once in the direction of the nearest tavern without lingering. He gives a warm smile to Teea before his eyes rest on the others.
"Hello Shendra. Well met, Mei Ying. This young rogue, Teoder, isn't bothering you, is he? What is your intent towards these young ladies, lad?" The older man is using his 'concerned father' voice, and though he looks stern and serious, he gives Teoder a quick wink. He knows the lad is one of the good ones.