Jamien looked at the wiry boy on his left - dark haired and tanned, and wearing a loose robe that signified his low social standing. He was accompanied by a large, thick furred wolf, and that Jamien liked - he was a dog lover and had several hounds he used to go hunting with when he was growing up in his father's estate.
The young Knight approached the boy and spoke with a lower tone: "Our guide seems to regard us as inept children, even if she herself is not much older. We will have the opportunity to prove ourselves, I am sure. What is your wolf's name?"