As Arthur approached the pair under the tree, practices eyes flashing over them for details.  The girl had multiple burns, especially her feet, and the dress she wore showed signs of travel recently.  Either she was burned on the road, or she was very desperate to get away from something.  Most interesting was her light and powder, both a perfectly clear white.  A magical creature of a belief he had never even heard of.  Now that was a find, he had to learn of this.<br/>The man was a little less mystery.  As he studied the man he realized his own light was silver, a religion Arthur was only vaguely aware of.  Two new beliefs in one day, what luck.  A multitude of old wounds marked him as some kind man of the wild, the knife he wielded designed for harming men more than animals.  But that was in clonflict with his motions towards the woman, not ruff, but soft and gentle.  Maybe a bandit who fell for a lady, turning over a new leaf?  No, not enough dust.  Magical creatures left a thin powder on those they where near, and the man was barely brushed.  He had already decided to change, the girl was his screen, someone to help him look more appealing.  Likely didn’t even know she was magic.  .<br/><br/>So Arthur would play to his tune.  Arthur stopped his approach a respectable distance away.  Not to far, so he appeared trusting, not to close as to not appear aggressive.  “I have been looking for someone to guard me as a traveled through these lands, bandits abound and they have no respect for the gods.”  Arthur stated, ignoring the invitation.  His face a pompous pout,, chin raised, left eyebrow raised in question.  Play the pompous priest, no easier man for a smart one to trick.  “I would like to hire you for this task, if you accept it shall be two coppers a day, and your companion will be allowed to rest in my wagon.”  Extra emphasis on companion, imply he believes she’s more.  Mention bandits for hook, offer money for line, give the lady respite for sinker.