(I have a +1 will save. >_< This time, no 20.)<br/><br/>He's just about to bolt, from the very out-of-place woman; that sort of thing, in enemy territory, was likely not a friend... but then he couldn't remember<em>why</em>he wanted to run. He turned to face her, beaming a pleasant smile, sweeping off his hat to bow to her. "Any help would be greatly appreciated, miss."