He'd been a little distracted on his way down, but his Ghost had made note that they were not alone in the area. The warlord stops, looking over his shoulder at the young man before he turns to face him. He casts the piece yet clutched in his hand a look before he lowers it to give his full attention. Dustin had not struck him as someone who asked favors so lightly, especially given his conflictions over the compass.

"What do you need?" Felwinter asks.