Though not a mage, Kain is inevitably hanging out in the Warden camp at some point of the day. At the moment, he's relaxing not far from his tent and reading a book on dragons. He's so intent on what he's reading that he almost misses when the newcomer to the camp approaches. He glances up. One of the rifters, he thinks, though he's pretty sure their paths have yet to cross.

"I'm guessing you're not here to join the ranks of the Wardens?"