The Shepard boy continues to look confused as you explain your ranks and titles, but he seems to understand the word "paladin". His fear disappears, replaced with awe and admiration. "You hunt witches? Is there a witch in Vancha?" he inquires, putting aside the doll he was working on. He is speaking common, but his words are heavily accented, and no doubt your sound likewise to him. He makes a motion to stand, turning it into an awkward, unsure attempt at a bow. "I can take you to Vancha, the Lord-Captain's manor will have maps of the seas," He finally stands, tucking the doll into his waistline and picking up a straight walking stick. "There is a path in the rock face. It is narrow and steep my lady, but it will take us down to Vancha,"