“How rude?” Letony sneered quickly, allowing the man to continue talking after the brief inquisition. Ahead of Letony, the man stood up, and turned to face him. He took a moment to observe the man’s clothing.‘He can’t be a shinobi, can he? I don’t recognize that clothing type. It's not the typical gear of a ninja,’ Letony’s inner self nonchalantly formed an analysis in his mental as the man spoke. “Well people where I’m from don’t care,” the young boy jeered with a hasty response. At the question of the man, Letony let out, “I’m of the shinobi variety,” trying to deprive the new man of a chance to continue talking. But it seemed the man continued on nonetheless, and introduced himself as Jayy Farron. “I guess I’ll return the favor,” Letony’s eyes narrowed a bit, “I’m Letony, Konowari.” As the boy was only fifteen, he didn’t know what to expect from meeting a stranger out on the road. ‘So, his name’s Jayy Farron. The last name doesn’t sound quite familiar. I wonder if he’s from Nikkousato? Or maybe from an outer lying region, or Gekkousato, perhaps?’ Letony wondered, as he watched the man carefully. It didn’t seem as though he meant him any harm or anything like that. After all, Letony did approach him to see what he was doing there, or perhaps to exchange a bit of information about anything. If the man had anything to offer that would grant the young boy some new knowledge, maybe he would be pleased. Even if that were to be the case, he would never reveal it to this new stranger. But who knew how this little encounter would turn out?