He stops in his tracks when he catches sight of those three stepping off the ferry together. Two of them he knows immediately on sight, the other... he can't shake his instinct telling him he knows that boy, too.

"Lady de Rolo," he calls out as he makes his way to them. He's leaning on a cane and the effort of moving this quickly seems to be causing him to perspire but he's wearing a cautiously optimistic smile. It's still possible she doesn't recognize him after all. "A moment of your time, please?"