A smile is returned to the earl's daughter and he looks to the two elves as they introduce themselves. The soldier nods as he gives his own introduction. "My name is Brakus Caleb, Son of Darius Caleb." His own family name is not one of nobility, but his father is known to be one of the commanding officers of the Westermist military. His eyes turns to look at the much smaller being that came out of the mud and gained the assistance of Nev.<br/><br/>"I agree." He states with Fara's assessment as he takes his own visual inspection of the rocky and lifeless bodies around them. "Either way, we still need to go to those ruins. At the very least we can find out our general location." The soldier hefts his spear over his shoulder to keep it balanced in one hand but ready for use at a moments notice.<br/><br/>One hand comes up and lightly grasps Fara's shoulder to gain her attention for the moment. "Fara, when we reach the tower I'll take point. If we run into anything, I want to be the first they face before they get to the rest of us." His eyes giving the discipline he holds within him. he knows that while he does not have that many skills, combat is one he can wield effectively.