He gave her a guileless grin. "Who said they were mine? I just claimed they were from near where I grew up, and I was somewhat familiar with them. Honestly, I would kill them just for their fashion, did you miss the heavy furs? In a desert?"<br/><br/>He leaned against the table, pulling off his breastplate so he could do some maintenance. "As for the crossbowmen, they were fairly good assassins. Probably local and hired by the gold masks. They knew the area, and tried to set up an ambush. Sadly for them, they didn't expect a smoke skirmisher."