Ansalia raised an open palm as they neared the guards - a typical 'I come unarmed' gesture.<br/><br/>She then gave a sort of swift curtsy-bow to the pair, smiling at each in a feminine but not would-be-seductive manner. She wondered if maybe the tall, handsome one were the 'brawn' and the gnome-like fellow the brains or magic of the pair.  The way the former had his eyes closed - but had followed their flight-movement - was interesting indeed; perhaps he had some sight-beyond-sight.<br/><br/>"Well met, goodsirs," she spoke, and drew from her handy haversack a basket of various fruits grown or foraged by her druidic 'coven'. "I am Ansalia; a bit of refreshment for either of ye?"