Nott has turned to the crown for help against the storms and heavy winds, and the Queen apparently feels that there are enough men in her guard that some can be spared for such a mission. Lord John Grey among their number.

He is still very much a beginning in the ways of magic, but there are other ways he knows he can be of aid to these people. Simply gathering the detritus that has been blown about in the storm, for instance, or being an extra set of hands for those that are more skilled than he in making the necessary repairs. At times even offering a kind word or a firm set of directions, depending on which seems more necessary in the moment.

He has not bothered wearing a hat today -- needless to say it would have been lost hours ago if he had. His long hair whips about his face, doing its best to escape the tie he has fastened it back into as he steps forward to greet Istredd at the docks. He is conscious of the uniform he wears, knowing it marks him as the position of guard as well as the Summoned that his companion knows him to be.

"Lovely weather we've been having," he quips, shielding his eyes with his hand.