[The hushed sound of his name echoed out by his young master almost sounds like a wanton plea, Iskandar cocking a brow curiously before wrapping burly arms around the boy's neck in a protective embrace, burying Waver's face instinctively into sculpted torso ravaged by war.]

That's right boy it is I, Iskandar, King of Conquerors here at your side once more.

[Patting his young retainer on the head before finally pulling away enough to better look the other in the eye, a rather concerned look washing over his features.]

You look famished, boy. What prey tell happened to you in my absence to cause such distress?