[Byleth accepted the sketch, scrutinising it intently. After a pause where he memorised Clive's face well enough that he could pick him out of a crowd quickly, Byleth folded it up and tucked it away in his satchel. He understood the desire to be reunited with someone you had a strong bond with, so he was going to genuinely keep an eye and ear out, if he could.]

Well, I'm hoping that my father will show up here someday, but...

[Byleth shook his head.]

I'm trying not to keep my hopes up. But if you're offering to keep an eye out, then... first of all, he looks nothing like me. He's very tall and broad shouldered, blond with shaved sides and a braid tied at the back, and he has a beard. He answers to Jeralt, or Blade Breaker.

[Though he'd sigh at being called by his legendary title. Jeralt really did dislike fame and recognition... for reasons Byleth only understood recently.]