[He nods, even though he is not sure how aware Reinhardt is of the thoughts he is sending. It is always difficult to tell with people new to mind-speak, especially when he's so rusty with it himself. And yet everything about him breathes sincerity. He wraps his hand around Reinhardt's forearm, a firm grip between two warriors and gives it a shake, even as he has to look up at the man beside him.]

Lozarian of Telkonar, at your service, in turn, Reinhardt. We should hurry along before the people we seek to support leave us behind instead.

[How fortunate they still have some daylight left to them, so they may best see the road before them. If only I had a journal to take notes in properly! He'll have to acquire one somehow.]