Wesley rolled his eyes and straightened his collar a bit. Fantastic, a lost kid perhaps from rich parents who were traveling and decided to stop in this dirt hole. He took a deep breath and walked over forcing a smile upon his face as he spoke french, since he too came from a wealthy enough and educated family.

"Are you a lost tourist, child?" He asked curiously in french. He glanced around and indeed there were no others around. And the boy in front of him did not look like he'd been washed ashore. "Are you looking for something?"