Jira sighs and rolls her eyes a bit, she had argued with her late father about keeping Kinngar in the dark of his heritage, and this is the result. He was totally and completely unprepared.<br/><br/>Jerking away from the wall, her movements quick and light as she passes through the room, one arm reaching out in an attempt to grab his arm. " They don't want to kill<strong>us</strong>, they want to kill<strong>you</strong>. Just be quiet and listen to me for now, can you do that? Just try to get dressed, and we will go out the back way, through the trail down the river. Come make haste unless you want arrows to adorn your body."<br/><br/>Turning she moves back towards the door, once more peering out into the darkness. "While you dress, listen as well. Don't ask questions, we don't have time for you to be distracted. Just dress." Her sword lowers lightly even as she squats to check over the dead man's pockets. "For centuries our two families have been intertwined, your family is the keeper of an ancient lore necessary for the continued survival of our world. My family is the keeper of your family, we have stood guard at your doors every day, of every year for the last three hundred years."