It might have been because of the fear of the creatures, but Vialesa felt strangely underwhelmed by the strangers' level of precaution. One in particular literally beckoned her into their midst, as if she were a refugee running from the enemy's frontlines. On second thought, maybe her voice acting really was just that convincing. Still, with the prospect of complete rejection behind her, Vialesa returned to her commonplace behavior, standing up straighter as her face fell back into a neutral, expressionless place. Trudging forward, she found her way into the flame-lit building, her hand still trained on her sword. At first glance in the dim light, they didn't seem much like bandits, especially considering their... getups.
Vialesa listened intently, though seemed a bit absent-minded as she looked into the faces of her new comrades. Temporary, she guessed. Putting one and one together, she figured these creatures they spoke of were the source of the foul smell the pervaded her approach to the campsite. Shaking her head, she answered Allereun,
"I'm merely a traveler," she paused, recalling her earlier farce, "who took up refuge in this campsite prior to your arrival. What are these monsters that have chased you?"