Thankfully Ramza's surprise came at seeing the bow on the ground rather than stumbling over it. Career swordsmen were a rare enough sight in Saeng Seong, but this was the first archer he'd seen stumble out from the welcome center. In and of itself, it was a new sight among the arrivals.

The bow's owner, on the other hand, was a sadly more familiar sight as a bewildered guest; the city alone was a jarring change of scenery, and its method of bringing guests to its door even more so. But this one seemed far more distraught for his journey than most Ramza had seen in the months since his own arrival.

Of course, he had nothing but sympathy; he had been in the same predicament only so long ago- and perhaps this archer was straight from a battlefield, himself- and the poor soul's starvation from physical contact couldn't have helped matters any. And as Ramza strode over, he sought to rouse Gordon from his torpor with a quick pat to his shoulder as he addressed him.

"Are you well? You do not look it..."