Kreios stopped when he heard the woman's words, not fully stopping; but his pace did slow as he took in her form. Lean, and attractive; though with corded muscles that lay just beneath the skin. She didn't seem to have much hints of imperfection in her form, everything was toned down to where it was near in perfect sync. Not the powered upper body build of a swordsman, still it did leave wonder to what she was. He noted her tattered garments that seemed very utilitarian  as his companions spoke their questions. She seemed worse off then they did from whatever had happened.<br/><br/>Kreios was almost certain from the way her form looked that she had run into similar troubles, and so he stepped forward ahead of the rest with a nod of respect.<strong>"Seems we might have ran into the same pests. Could be a good idea to swap stories and information after you're finished talking to these ones."</strong>He told her before his eyes shifted to the guards, since they were now in clear speaking distance.<strong>"We washed up shore in the crags a while ago. The ship we traveled on was destroyed, and we've had quite the troubles. Could you direct us toward an inn or the like and someplace we might find a map or something else that would let us know where we are."</strong>He asked the guards.<br/><br/>Kreios knew in these lands it might be foolish to expose what troubles they had. Still, he didn't figure the peacekeepers would make too much of a fuss. He'd like to just move on, and perhaps talk with the attractive lithe one about what troubles she'd had. If she was in this too, then they might have word of just what was going on here...