Seeker Malcolm has since sorted his horse and his things in a brusque, busy blur. Much to do, after all, and much to catch up on. So it's good to see the familiar face, even if it's only an extremely recent one. "Ah, you are looking well, Vasran," he greets with a ghost of a smile, shallow and fleeting but there all the same. "I see you're already making strides as far as identity. Better than the ragged-looking soul sneaking coin out of purses."