The slight tapping on the concrete ground grew closer, until it stopped. Right in front of her was a man she would surely recognize, except with some changes. He stood at a mighty 6'8, his hair was a gray trim cut, he sported a thick, gray but trimmed beard as well. He wore a beige trenchcoat that didn't have any straps or belts hugging it to his body, he also wore a black turtleneck sweater underneath with a somewhat noticeable red gem on the neck. He also wore khakis and dress shoes. The man held something in his white gloved hands, her Dragonslayer helm. The man was none other than Sakuret Ceiko himself. "I believe you dropped this, miss. Can you tell me what's wrong?" Sakuret said in his usual gruff tone, he was approaching 70 and yet he retained some of his musculature. More or less he wasn't going to try anything with Olivia, that wasn't him. He decided to sit down next to her, holding the helmet in his lap.