Caleb lingered as Maude introduced herself to the new arrival, then stepped forward, tugging at the brim of his wide hat between blackened fingers.<br/><br/>“Call me Caleb,” he said.<br/><br/>It was a manner of introduction he'd learned from a callow young man he'd met many years ago in the wilderness, a researcher of some kind who kept saying fancy things he learned from books in a way that greatly endeared him to Caleb, at least until the vultures got him. It wasn't the only thing he had taken from him, either.<br/><br/>He made no direct indication that he was the 'medical experience' of which Amos had spoken, but as was his way, made sure his satchel hung in the stranger's view for a moment, enough for any keen eyed man to draw his own conclusions. His own pair of keen eyes settled on the new arrival's bag, a nice looking, hefty thing he wore slung over his shoulder. It bulged invitingly.<br/><br/>Then he turned towards Amos, who was studying some scrap without looking greatly confident. Caleb was good with the kinds of maps that had pictures for everything, less good with the kinds of maps that didn't, but he held off from offering assistance. It didn't matter, in any event: he'd been to Port Rose before, without the help of any map at all. It was the kind of place they'd just stumble across, sooner or later.<br/><br/>He walked on foot, keeping his pace even. The sun crept towards a zenith that would cause his skin to prickle under the layers of heavy clothing, but he was as indifferent as always; every two hundred paces he swept a small cloth across his brow, hinting at his being accustomed to such conditions by force of long habit. A very long habit.