Her posture relaxed somewhat, but still she seemed on edge, eyes sharp on the man's face, on his hand, as if waiting for him to go for his blade. "I am... I'm afraid I don't know much of Arnes. I came to visit a friend but it seems they never showed. But they promised they'd show me where everything is and--" She feigned great concern and a little bit of wide-eyed uncertainty. It wasn't so difficult considering the circumstances.

"If you could simply...point me in the way of an inn, sir? Or-- Or anything else that would be of use." She rubbed absently at an arm, as if nervous. In truth, she needed none of that. What she needed was Kell. But how to get to him...

"Why are there so many visitors right now?"