Fiyero's relieved to finally be on solid ground as he climbs over the rail with assistance from the other man, landing with relative smoothness on the sidewalk. He takes a second to straighten his clothes and toss his hair back a little. He's a bit dishevelled still, but he has a way of making that work in his favour.

He was expecting someone a bit less skinny, with the way he helped Fiyero pull him up, but he grins warmly in greeting, taking his hand and giving it a friendly shake. He always tries to make a good first impression.

"More or less, yes. Thank you so much," he answers. "I'm Fiyero Tigelaar. And I'm also afraid I'm a bit lost."