Eyes widening at the sudden Beau-like arrival of a stranger straight-up leaping into the back of the cart, he holds up a hand out of instinct and lets it drop slightly as he takes in the oddly marine-look of them.

"Sure? ... Hi."

Reclining in the hay, Fjord has dressed down for the day while the sunshine is out in an unbuttoned henley over worn trousers and tall boots. The oddly translucent look of the harem pants the stranger wears look much more breezy.

"Are you with the fair?"