Between a little elemental magic and an entire person stepping out of a rip in the air, the latter wins the prize for most bewildering. Which is to say that Wilhelm stares up at the man with his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open a bit. The flame he'd been passing back and forth slips from his hand, finding purchase in the grass beside him. What follows is a flurry of cursing and frantic movement as he tries to scoop it back up, so Kahlil will just have to wait for an actual response to his disproportionately nonchalant greeting.

Once he's got his flame collected, Wilhelm blows his hair out of his eyes — or tries to, but it doesn't really work. Carefully ensuring that the flame stays put in his other hand, he pushes his hair back. Then his attention returns to the man who appeared out of nowhere.

"Hi," is his brilliant response. Having never seen this man before, he's not sure if he's one of the castle mages or another Summoned. He'd seen some new faces around the North Wing, so it seems Ambrose must have brought in another batch of recruits. Rhy was brewing up a welcome party for them.

"If I'm not supposed to be doing this over here, I can go somewhere else."