Looking up at the Lord, Dustin smiled slightly when he heard the man introduce himself as Lord Gillian. He remembered him from before with his father. He reminded Dustin a lot of his father actually. He didn't remember much of Kathrine at the moment, but when he met her he might remember more. "I remember you now," Dustin was comforted by the familiar face for a moment, "I must apologize for my appearance and loss of memory." He apologized hoping the Lord would forgive his weakness.<br/><br/>Taking the basket of food, Dustin was relieved and thankful that the Lord was so willing to share with him. "Thank you kindly m' Lord," Dustin took the other half of the loaf and began nibbling at it slowly. He hoped to retain some of his upbringing even in this time of need and desperation. "I can ride, maybe getting away from here will bring me more strength." He had lived in this town his whole life, not really interacting much with the other cities outside of relations with his father. "Forgive me, my name is Dustin." He didn't often speak in formalities when speaking of himself. He didn't feel he deserved much of a title. He kept eating at the bread steadily and studied Lord Gillian.