The man looked at Soah with an almost concerned look, stuck between discerning what kind of fight the man meant and how that lead to him losing his clothes. He shook his head and stopped himself. The sergeant nodded to a man at the back of the group. "Lusevet, garb this man," he said. The younger man obliged and stepped forward. The circumstances were certainly different but it was a guardsman's custom to see travelers through, especially when they turned up in the woods without obvious provisions. Russel Lusevet stripped the snow shoes and the fur spats that went with them from his boots and held them out to the shoeless man. Satisfied at their meager contribution to the common good, the sergeant looked down the line to Adrian. Soah had glanced at him, and while he would rather have concluded his business with the group by leading them into town, there seemed to be something afoot here. "What about you lad? Doing alright?" He cleared his throat, and decided to issue the formalities as well as his question. "If you would, and I assume you were going there anyway, we're supposed to see wanderers and the like into town. Things have been... different recently." He was uncomfortable with admitting the outbreak of banditry in the realm, but politics were also complicating his job.