He unmounts with expert quickness, both to meet the other man on the same level and really check. This is the first time this has happened to him and he's trying to figure out how to socially navigate it.

"It's not unheard of in this city to meet people you know from different points in time, or someone who shares the same face, or a likeness at least." The defiant stance is...eerie, that's for sure. "He was Éomer, third Marshal of the Riddermark, from a country named Rohan. I passed through that land on my travels a little more than a year ago."

He smiles, shaking his head. "But I see you're not him. Forgive me; I'm sure you can understand the surprise of thinking you'd found an old friend in a city as strange as this."