Tirrarian assessed the people who had decided to follow her and Izzy. First of all the guardsman, a half-elf who walked everywhere in a uniform style, straight-back and even stride. Tirrarian would wager good coin he had been in an army at some stage, which his spear and shield held testament to. [color=violet][i]Maybe some kind of levy,[/i][/color] she thought, [color=violet][i]Which would make sense, most levies with no commitments to go home to generally go into basic guard positions after the war[/i][/color]. Of all the things she thought about his appearance she though even more about the kind of person he was. Tirrarian had no doubt she wasn't the only criminal in their little band of misfits, but she wondered which ones he knew about.

Next to show up was some sort of sellsword? No, sellswords didn't often carry flintlocks. Tirrarian had seen the weapon before, and definitely heard of it but that didn't make them any less rare around these parts. A foreigner then? His eyes darted around, the hallmark of a man who did not belong. His lack of overt response at the guard marked him as not a criminal, or at least not one who's face was known. [color=violet][i]He could just be a good card player.[/i][/color] She reflected on her own trained lack of reaction to the guardsman.

"I'll be going to the smithy too; secure a contract to get more bolts for my crossbow," he tapped the aforementioned weapon, which was strapped to his back and far lighter than Tirrarian's own. He probably never relied on it, she had seen a thousand faces using similar light crossbows and hardly touching them other than in very specific circumstances

"Anyway, my name is Ioannes, a Hellene," Definitely foreign. Tirrarian had heard of the place, but little more. Perhaps Ioannes could tell stories of his home? "I came to help, as I stated before." 

Tirarrian smiled at him, and said [color=violet]"If you want bolts for your crossbow, you should probably find a fletchers. A blacksmith won't be of much help to you."[/color] Most people who relied on their ranged weapons learnt how to craft their own ammunition, which confirmed her assumption Ioannes never relied on it. [color=violet]"If you are really desperate, I could fletch some for you, though I admit I am far from the best. I would also ask how you spent your last lot, and why you didn't leave home with enough."[/color] Perhaps he would tell her how much he really relied on his weapon