Golbez isn't the only one helmed and armored this day, although Kain's armor is missing pieces and bears the signs of prolonged struggle. He still patrols, a habit he picked up in the tower and could find no reason to shake. Calm as an average day was, things might still happen. Things requiring his intervention.

And if that black-clad figure sticking out amongst the snowbanks is not a thing to be concerned about, Kain does not know what would be. He'd know that man anywhere, be able to identify him at the slightest glance. Golbez. Why was he here?! He, of all people!? Kain vaults the snowbank that's partially between them both, a short jump by his regular standards, setting himself down a short distance away from Golbez.

"I'll not have any trouble from you. Not in this place, not now."