Wiz had his head stayed down for a while, though after a few moments of silence, he raises his head and looks at the girl, raising his eyebrow. Hmm, you don't seem to be like some others I have seen... Wiz then stands up and patted his cloak, the dry though red blood stains still visible on it.
Wiz then looks at the carriage outside. Where are you from... You must've travelled quite far on that carriage...
"We came from Piltover. After reports of Zaun raids on airships, we decided land was the best route."
She notices the numerous scars on Wiz's face.
"And you? You seem to have had quite a hard time getting here."