The distance between him and the wanderers isn't but so much now that Durandal is at full gallop. The white mare is known to be rather swift and capable of crossing long distances with relative ease. There's no possible way that the pair could outrun this Templar but little did they know that they have no need to run. Out of all of Templars they could cross in this desolate land filled with forests and cliffs, they're about to meet the most unusual but friendliest Templar.

Sauveterre slows the horse to a mere trot once he's close enough to get a better look at them. 'Elves.' He thinks once he catches a glimpse of their faces. The older one certainly looks female but he couldn't get a good look at the other. The two of them seemed absolutely petrified of him and perhaps for good reason. He watches them curiously for a moment before choosing to get off his horse.

"Is all well?" He calls out to them in a surprising clear voice. "Halt! I mean you no malice."