If Xavier got little satisfaction from Katya's response, Bucren's was downright hostile.  Was the man simply so distrustful that he couldn't except an honest offer of help for an arm that was only going to get worse if left untreated?  He wanted to exchange his own vulgarity in exchange for the harsh words the wounded guard repaid his kindness.  But he remembered that not all men had the benefit of his experiences in the wider world and the trust and kindness of Esperanza's father.  Considering the overall temperament of this land, it was a wonder Bucren was as civil as he was.  No, he would remain the bigger man and not exchange insult for insult.  Xavier didn't yet know that Bucren was nearly as much an outsider than himself in this land and certainly it had worn off on him.  The man was of little use in explaining the wolves either and Xavier was about ready to take up his post outside the girl's room when he got his first bits of useful information and decided to stay a bit longer.<br/><br/>"Steel and iron, well there are stronger things than that in this world.  "Your compatriots back at the barn, they seemed eager to abandon you.  Do they have faith in each other then or do they treat all their comrades as if they were easily expendable?"<br/><br/>"Besides this most unnatural fog, the only thing we saw was the murder I had already told you about."  He replied again, still not revealing the supposed identity of the victim.  He didn't feel it was an untruth as he wasn't sure himself and there was no point spreading rumor and half truths about the town.  They might well learn the truth once Bucren made good on his promise to take them to the Burgomaster in the morning.  "Yes it would be most enlightening to hear from him in person."  Xavier nodded in agreement.<br/><br/>"My apologies, my name is Xavier, Xavier Rollins."  He replied, though his surname would likely mean nothing to anyone, anywhere but still it was all he had left from his family.  He thought for a moment that he might be making a connection finally but then another threat emerged.  The room fell even more silent, if that were possible, to the point one felt they could hear their own heart banging in their ears as they tried to be as silent as mice.<br/><br/>The silence only accentuated and intensified the sudden panicked pounding on the door.  Even Xavier jolted noticeably at the sudden noise.  The desperation in the voice was enough for Xavier.  He looked to the door keeper who was moving towards the door but apparently only to spy and apprise the situation.  Xavier stood, approaching Pias from behind, he looked behind him at the gypsies at the table, assuring himself they were not coming to their compatriots aid.  "I'll do it myself damn you."  He drew his sword with one hand and began to unbolt the door with the other.  His look if nothing else communicating to Pias that he interfered at his peril.  Xavier made himself ready for whatever might come through that door besides the frightened woman begging from the other side.