The blond figure who appears beside Lord John is pale, broad of shoulder, young, but has his face fixed into a frown of concern that has repeated enough to give careworn lines.

He tilts his head, studying the darker haired man as he approaches. Quiet, careful.

"Can I help you?" he offers. The man looks... tired, he thinks. Perhaps overwhelmed. He'd understand that, this has been an... experience so far. An unpleasant one. Nobody has threatened to harm him, but... all the same. Anduin is no fool, even a gentle jailer is still a jailer.