The blonde woman nodded and threw a glance over her shoulder towards Zoran-Thiea. She continued speaking to the man in Rosilian: "Don't worry, she's paying for that...But she does want something from you in return. She's more interested in favors than coin." The woman paused, careful not to give the man too much information for free. "But we can talk about that after you tell us a bit more about yourself." Zoran-Thiea called something from across the room. The woman translator paused for a moment. "She wants me to ask where you need to be. She says that she will help you get there." 

Zoran-Thiea stood in the corner, watching the man's reactions carefully. Her hand rested against her chin and her index finger tapped her lips as she seemed to be thinking it all through. If she could convince him to assist her in traveling to the more dangerous depths of No Man's Land, she could begin her search. It would hopefully be worth whatever trouble she might have to go through helping him. [i]And if he is not willing...perhaps I will have to betray him to the kingdom[/i] She sighed at the thought, but knew it may be necessary. She had learned long ago not to put much faith in people. 

"What do you say?" Zoran-Thiea called across the room, ignoring the language barrier. She raised a brow and awaited his response. Lindria looked between them, and then stared at the man curiously as well. She didn't bother to translate the question, she felt she had already said enough.