"Hey," Zavros said, holding up his hand in a placating manner. "I'm all for making sure these fellas get anywhere but here." Glancing at the other woman, he frowned slightly. She felt...similar to the damned noble woman who flooded his parents' farm, but she'd fought along with them for the same reason they all were fighting. He was cautious...but he was willing to let bygones be bygones. "But if we're gonna yell at each other or be at each others' necks, how 'bout we get these people somewhere with shelter and food, yeah?"<br/><br/>With that announcement, he moved to help the people move away from their makeshift prison. Some were trying to - understandably - keep a wide berth from the abomination that was taking up the walkway, so he simply lifted one of the dead limbs to allow them to move through just a little more quickly.<br/><br/>"And - oof! - by the by, name's Zavros, if anyone's vested in askin'," he said, introducing himself to the other strangers. "I'm mostly along for the ride, but pleased to make your acquaintances anyhow - hey, watch your step there - "