A shifty sidelong glance indicates Benedict's doubt, but he isn't yet comfortable enough with Isaac to immediately call bullshit, so it goes unsaid (for now). Dressed down considerably himself, Benedict has his hair pulled back in a workaday sort of tail, artfully de-shined in a way that matches the (immaculately assembled) bland, threadbare outfit that won't look out of place in a rural setting: he's not dirty enough to be a farmer, but certainly passes for hardworking country folk of some kind.

He's never been to Ostagar, and that much is clear in how he takes in the setting, straight-faced and solemn, with a slightly nervous eye to the ground.

"There's no Blight still in the soil?" he asks pensively.