Dion oft finds himself in the heart of Makmur on the account of A. living there, and B. working at the bakery no far from the main hub. So, it's of little wonder that he spots this strange woman and her... teleporting treasure chest as he's making his way towards the bakery.

Idly he wonders if she's someone new, or if perhaps he simply hadn't ran into her before, but he finds himself increasingly more convinced of the former as he watches her explore. She's decidedly odd looking, an elf he's certain, though her purple complexion is markedly different.

Eventually her curiosity takes her to that wretched Arcade. Greagor be good...

It isn't that he's particularly against noise and lights—hell, he's the Warden of Light—but that place was entirely overwhelming all the same. So, fueled by his own experience and empathy for what she's about to endure, he tries to catch her before she goes in.

He fails in this, too much distance between them as it were, so when he steps in after her, she's already dealt with the flashbomb exposure the place has to offer. At least she isn't deep inside, Dion would hate to have to go deeper to retrieve her from her self inflicted strobe-light induced doom.

"My lady," he calls offering his gauntlet-clad hand to her as if she were a maiden needing to be lead by her rescuer. He's also speaking louder than he ordinarily would if not for all the racket of the Arcade.

"I am Dion Lesage, pray let us quit this place, so we may speak unburdened by its blinding lights and ceaseless clamor."