Ryan sighed with relief and got out of his fighting stance. "Yes, we were." he frowned. "Those military bastards slaughtered everyone! I would like nothing more than to kill them all, but I'm just one man." Then, realizing he had forgotten his manners, he smiled, albeit sadly, and said, "My name is Ryan Koth'ri, and this is my sister Rosalin. Might I ask yours?"<br/><br/>He was of course lying about them being blood relatives, but since his "sister" had no such knowledge, it was a safe bet the information would either be overlooked or left alone altogether. Rosalin smiled at the Dwarf, who was actually slightly taller than herself. "Hi. sorry for the hostility. we were on edge. Thought the Empire was following us after they burned down the village." Then she seemed to remember something and turned to Ryan accusingly. "Since when can you FLY???" She asked sternly. She knew he was keeping something from her, and she wasn't happy about it.<br/><br/>Ryan sighed. "Not now! you realize I left my shirt back home, right? If we run into the military, I'll be recognized as different almost immediately. I need to find a shirt and armor if possible, and the shirt needs to be as soon as possible." he looked around as if searching for something. "I really wish that the spell I used didn't require me to remove my shirt..."<br/><br/>Rosalin didn't like the answer, but she didn't push the subject further due to hating arguing with her brother. turning to the dwarf, she said, "Well, If anyone's hungry, I might as well go hunting. Believe me when I say you haven't lived until you've tasted Ryan's smoked boar! I still don't know how he does it! Care to join me in a hunt for a meal?" she extended a hand towards the Dwarf. "So what do you say?"