There was none of Marth's cavalry to be found; only a single, unfamiliar solider, and using an even less familiar sort of mount- some sort of enormous, flightless yellow bird- in lieu of a horse... though he couldn't have said he was any less hopeful; after all, Ramza always made a point to visit the welcome center when the new arrivals showed, month after month, in hopes of finding his old allies among the crowd.

Of course, new allies were always every bit as welcome, and Ramza was swift to notice one of the arrivals had the look of a swordsman, if not a lord... although perhaps not one of Gallione's soldiers, or even of Ivalice for that matter. Yet it wasn't the man's martial look but his familiar pallor that had Ramza draw near and dismount. He must have still been starved for touch... but he'd breach that point later.

"Another martial sort...?" He mused aloud as his feet hit the ground. "There's a surprise; I seldom see soldiers brought in as guests."