Alan
Usually laughing at someones introduction would be seen as rude and offensive to most. However, Terrel along with anyone else who crosses paths with this knight will realize that he is not like most. One of the positive aspects of him being diffrent is the fact that he wishes to make others happy. If mery saying his name made someone laugh with joy, he'd repeat his name for days on end. The face behind the helmet was smiling. Not that anyone would know due to it being hidden. 

Rexford noticed Terrels subtle intrest in the lute. He would've attempted to make that into a conversation though Terrel would remind him of the Capitol. Rexford would point towards Ulnoor. OOC I dont know what direction that is but for the sake of this rp, let's say its directly down the path they're traveling so straight ahead. 

"Continue down this road and take the widest road if you are faced with the option of turning. Using this ideology, you'll find yourself at the gates of Ulnoor. I don't know the exact reason but the roads that lead to cities are usually wider so I just follow them. I know that this path is the way to go for sure as I say in that capitol the most."
Linda
*A light tap to Terrel's horse, signified for him to pick up the pace a little. He knew Rex would be able to keep up with the increased speed, allowing him the chance to get to their destination faster while also keeping conversation. After a few seconds of silence passing, he eventually turned to look back to the knight.*

"Is Ulnoor where you're from?" *He questioned after giving his horse a light stroke down its neck.* "You don't seem to be like any other traveler I've come across." 

*He inclined his head slightly at Rex's gear that seemed to suggest he did more than simply walk from town to town. Terrel could picture Rex working at the Capitol, doing tasks that would entail the Knight to be prepared when walking between civilizations to which Terrel could have found admirable. The lute on the other hand was a throw off as he couldn't see many knights going about being equipped with one. Perhaps it was Rex's own thing. None can deny him of the instrument, at least not out here.*
Alan
Rexford would indeed keep up with ease. During the seconds of silence, it could be noticed that Rexfords armor was surprisingly quiet. It wasn't silent, not yet, but it was about 50% quieter. As Terrel asked the question he had heard time and time again, Rexford answered the same. 

"I am not."

Now that Terrel was possibly looking for clues for where he may be from, he'd realize that Rexford had a quite noticable Irish-esque accent. This accent puts out the possibility that he may be from Lymia if Terrel connected the dots.

"I do stay in Uldoor the longest out of the other capitals, though. There's many types of people and much to do. If I am given the possibility, I plan to settle down there when I grow old."
Linda
*Terrel gazed at Rex for a while as if taking in all that he was saying with careful consideration. If he was trying to make connections it was hard to tell with the neutral look the mask gave off and his mouth not being much help to show expression. Eventually, he speaks once more.*

"Ulnoor must be a great place if it's somewhere you prefer settling that isn't home." *The words seem to have some thought put into it, though with his monotone voice it could be mistaken for sarcasm.* "I can't say I'm from anywhere around here though..." 

*He fell silent temporarily before a question popped into mind as he looked at the knight.*

"What is it that you do now anyways...? You seem to be dressed for battle... War even..." *He said with a grin to end off his words. Terrel had to admit, it wouldn't be the strangest to find a traveler over prepared, though he'd expect most to only have such gear if they were planning on fighting something, more so on purpose rather than a chance encounter.*
Alan
"My home..."

He answered Terrels comment simply. The thought of home. The thought of why he was here. What he had done. Or atleast, what he thought he had done. It almost became suffocating for the moment. 

The silence hadn't helped. He had attempted to quiet his breathing as it was starting to fasten. He figured to just hold his breathe. Though with the lack oxygen he was currently experiencing, he couldn't keep pace. The only visual hints of this would merely be Rexford growing eerily silent and beginning to fall behind. 

As Terrel asked a question though, a wave of relief washed over as he suddenly gasped for air. He tried to speak immediately after. Hopefully keeping Terrel from questioning the sudden loss in character. 

"Ahh.. The armor. I am simply comfortable in it. It protects me so that I may protect others.."

While his word pacing was quick, his message was clear. If only Terrel knew how under exaggerated his comment about it protecting him was.
Linda
*Terrel raised an invisible eyebrow in question as he listened to the knight. Part of him debated on whether or not Rex's answer were true while the other part took notice in his quick response.

Deciding to press more, he says:*

"Protecting you so you can protect others, huh?" *Terrel gazed back at him, seeing him fall a bit behind.* "Might have to get new set then, it looks like this armor might be suffocating you."

*There was that grin again or rather a smirk now as he watched Rex recuperate himself. There was something off with his response, thought Terrel couldn't quite tell what. Maybe it was the sudden loss of breath or the reverent way he mentioned home.*

"What is there to protect out here anyhow?" *He suddenly asked.*