When he had heard they'd been assigned together on this task, Lord John had been grateful to at least recognize Urianger's name from their conversation together on the network, although he is ashamed to admit that he does not entirely know the other man's face. It had not seemed much of an issue at first, although the longer John had lingered near the portal, the more he wonders whether he should try and get some sort of a message across to the other man somehow.

John himself is dressed down, by his own standards at least. A pair of light breeches and riding boots, a royal blue waistcoat and matching jacket, embroidered on the lapel with the symbol for his own arcana: Justice. His hair is, as always, tied back in a neat queue with a ribbon, and he has a tricorn black hat perched neatly on his head. They say that the clothes make the man, and John certainly felt more himself once he had commissioned these.

He is just considering his options when a man steps forward to address him. A -- tall man, dressed in fine clothing and jewelry, with slightly pointed ears reminiscent of the fae they'd spent time with several months earlier. John finds himself momentarily taken aback, by the man's elegance as much as his height, before he offers a genial smile in return.

"Indeed I am," he replies, sweeping his hat off and offering his own bow. "At your service, sir. I understand that you and I have been assigned to work together."