Short's hands tighten around his staff and he becomes instantly on guard when he hears hears the door opening. Being a stranger in this land, he is always alert. Although, to be honest with himself, he rarely if ever finds trouble. He has heard of no legends of discord in these woods and has found none. But one can never be too careful.<br/><br/>In an instant, the door is open. She stands in the doorway and Short is taken by the beauty of her dark eyes and long, black hair. His muscles relax and his grip on his staff relaxes. He sees her glance his way, and before he can doff his hat, she is looking around the room, seemingly taking in everything in the room at once. "And who can blame her," he thought to himself. "Traveling alone has its risks. She is wise to be alert."<br/><br/>With amusement Short watches her step over the unconscious man. He wonders if someone as beautiful as her often has the occasion to step over someone in that condition very often.<br/><br/>Watching her take a chair, Short unconsciously nods with approval noticing that she has her back to the wall and is staying close to the door. "She is a smart one, indeed," runs through his mind.<br/><br/>When she has sat, Short watches her as she looks up and smiles. The smile is friendly and genuine. She seems to bring an aura of kindness to the place. He looks at her, doffs his hat, and introduces himself. "Greetings. I am Short and have recently arrived myself.<br/><br/>"I have found beverages in the kitchen" he says pointing with his staff, "and I would be honored to serve you if you wish. Do you have a preference?"