The old man looked over his shoulder at "Wrenn," and called him by name. Likely, custom armor such as his didn't come cheap. "Get some fresh air. You likely have more places you two need to be."<br/><br/>Normally, he'd be off with a word and a nod. "Uhhh..." he scratched the nape of his neck as he looked to Viloet for approval. "It's not that I don't trust you, Byron, but I work for<em>her</em>now."