The man was over six feet tall and solidly built, all lean muscle and wiry strength that befitted a woodsman or warrior. The glowing crest that blazed on his exposed chest was the only mark of him truly being anything or anyone strange. Otherwise, he would have fit right in with a medieval battalion or a modern cosplay group. Siegfried looked down at the slender stranger blankly-- utterly confused.

"Truly?"

He asked, wary.

"I thought I saw..."

Astolfo.

"...a friend."