Rilden could tell she was shocked to hear it was Fusos' men. And now she gave the pair an even more scared look. She backed up, probably going for a weapon. He couldn't blame her, but Rhovanor kept to the window, and Rilden looked at her. When asked the question, Rilden gave a quick glance to his elf friend. They didn't like to give their names out to anyone in this day and age. A lot of spies... But if Rilden was right, she was one of the few who could help overthrow the Tyrant. Rilden looked at the red haired woman, and spoke calmly. "I am Rilden, son of Thaimos. House of Aleden. That is Rhovanor of Rayacre. Both of our tales are long, but I am not an enemy." He said, rolling his sleeve down to reveal a nasty burn mark of a flame on the inside of his wrist. It was the brand of a prisoner of Dorden. An enemy to the Tyrant. 

"Our main quest is to seek the Gift Bearers, but we were distracted by the refugees."

"They are searching the houses now." Rhovanor said quietly, still keeping an eye outside. Rilden pulled out his blade as well, it faintly glowing in the candlelight. "This once belonged to the High King. I am the heir to the throne... But there is no way we can take it back on our own. The gift bearers have to help."