"Mister Wagner," Degas repeats, placing a hand to his chest and giving a slight bow. "Of course, it's the least that I could do. The faces of this town are well known to me, so any new arrivals are easy enough to pick out."

He pauses a moment to consider the strange man before him once more. So far Kurt's been nothing but polite, he could at least return the favor in kind. "I am Degas Clayton, the preacher tending to the local Temple. If you need any guidance I would be most happy to provide it."