Marren was dumbfounded. He simply could not comprehend what had happened in the past 10 minutes. A disaster had been averted and now he inadvertently found himself speaking with someone who knew his language. The game was up. Yet, he wasnt surrounded by Kantilian soldiers eager for his head. Or being dragged to prison. 

"You are from Rose..?" The haggard looking widow asked. 

Marren took an embarrassingly long moment to reply, his thought trying to correct themselves. He nodded once, eyes scanning the room and it's occupants, assessing them truly for the first time, especially the wild woman. Why were they not turning him in?

"I have coin for your silence" his eyes went back to the widow, hand hanging near his hilt [i]'or steel'[/i]