Heahmund was surveying the area as if making sure there was no lingering trash to take care of when a young man walked up toward him. He didn't recognize him by face but the voice was familiar enough from their previous conversation that he was able to place him. His face is stoic and while there's a semblance of a smile it's not particularly warm or friendly as Heahmund is neither of those things. He's certainly nothing like a friendly parish Father.

"I am," he agreed, looking over the boy. He seemed less strange than many here but then again there's a lot that doesn't appear on the surface level at times.