Lyndon had never seen a chair on wheels before, but then again, until quite recently, he'd never seen a flying ship, either. Still, after everything he had seen in recent days, the entire situation the man found himself in was tame to say the least. He, of course, wasn't precisely certain where he was, whether he'd been lost or taken, or why the people here were being so generous, but they were all questions with answers he would most likely find as he went along.

Under normal circumstances, the rogue would simply look the other way, but the boy in the rolling chair seemed as at a loss as he did, and he also looked like he could use a push. Both the camaraderie of being equally lost and the strength to move a boy in a chair were within his power, and so the lithe man with the big crossbow strapped across his back approached, a wry sort of smile on his whiskered lips.

"This place doesn't seem so bad, now, does it, lad?" He cast his eyes around at their surroundings before settling on the boy in the chair, resting his hands on his wide belt before continuing. "Whatever this place is, anyway." He made a motion with his hand as though batting that little problem aside for the moment. "At least nothing's trying to eat us...you know, at the moment." He paused for just a moment, as though letting the temporary silence shift the topic. "My name is Lyndon."