Snake. Every thought in Zellira's head screamed it as the man offered them a place to sleep. He wanted them near him so he could...what? What did he want? If she had to guess it would be Ristina. Zellira pointed her sword at the man, standing up straight and tall. Her pride kept her from sinking back to the ground when her wounds opened. There was a presence at the edge of her senses, barley noticable if she wasn't as on edge as she was. Someone else was here too. Damn. She saw the tip of her sword quiver in the air, showing how weak she really was after the beating she had gotten from the Shadows. "And what is your motive for wanting us to stay with you? Do not tell me it is merely a kindness, or I will take it as a lie...and you just might find your head a bit to far from your body." she hissed, angry and hostile. She needed rest, and a safe place. They all did. Circumstance was not favourable this night. She saw Mekoa tense. If Mekoa was worried...then they all should be.