Gryphon opened his mouth, held the expression for just a moment, before closing it again. At first he wanted to assume this was someone unrelated, but the trade mark ashen grey hair and dead eyes told him otherwise. The man in front of him, although slightly older and not yet an undead, was his companion.
"Azel?" Started Gryphon, the words slipping from his mouth before he realised it. For a moment he was worried he'd give away his circumstance, but perhaps the mage could play it off as just remembering his fellow scout after his amnesia.
That would of been his plan, if Azel's expression didn't turn into a confused smile. In all honesty, Gryphon felt slightly uncomfortable seeing his face show anything other than an irritated frown or smug grin. The zombie he knew couldn't muster up any emotion beyond the two.
"Uhm, could guess..." Started The ashen haired swordsman, "But my name is Osgar, not Azel…"