[i]The aimed firearms certainly initiated a more concerned look on the visitor's pale face, though she would not suddenly bolt away in fear. She would look over at Vorgen as he approached, recognizing him, and his companions, as men whom served the Imperium of Mankind. It was a mental question, whether she should admit her position or not.. they held the advantages of numbers, equipment, and would certainly try to "talk" in order to gain yet another advantage.[/i] "The same reason as you would, sir. In order to avoid pointless combat.. I thought it best to study the Dojo as it's fighters rest in the night. Though I assume that your group had developed the same idea, then? I take that you are of the Imperium, judging by the double-headed eagles.." [i]She would murmur quietly, her hushed voice releasing clouds into the chilly night air. Vorgen would notice a pin upon the woman's own jacket: a golden head of a lion, the mane frilled back, the maw opened for a roar. The sigil of the Trayvens, if anything.[/i]