Haithan looked at the human as he aproached. The relaxed atitude, convinient equipment rather than a uniform, the clothing well kempt but roughened by time - a fellow soul, barring that he was human, of course. He watched the two in silence, letting them finish each their sentance. He was slightly baffled by the degree of care Talianna seemed to take for the unconcious girl on the nauglir.<br/><br/>"Well met then, traveler", he said in a heavily accented Reikspiel. "Does the traveler have a name, or should we reffer to you as just that- "The Traveler?"<br/>His voice was polite, but kept cold. He wouldn't put his trust in any human, and this one least of all. A fellow soul ussually meant just as much a cutthroat as he was.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>