A long silence ensued as they sat observing each other. The man had introduced himself as Asher Thyne after he shook her hand. She rose up from her position on the bed, but he posed a question to her that caught her attention. Johanna's hazel eyes looked directly at him, unashamed of such boldness. Slowly, her right eyebrow began to arch as the other one sank. She crossed her arms about her chest and gave him a hard stare. 

"My family lost their money a century ago." She bitterly answered Asher. To be truthful, Johanna was particularly grumpy. Her body ached from the chill of the night air, and her hips were especially sore. The saddle that Serwyn wore was constructed for Thalien, not Johanna. It was broader and stiffer in build, a saddle meant for a man. She moved towards the fireplace and knelt beside it. The room came stocked with a small supply of firewood that would keep them warm for the rest of the night. Placing three of the logs in the fire pit, Johanna drew out her dagger from within another fold of cloth. Hanging beside the fireplace on a hook was a fire striker, or known as a flint-block. Dry twigs, and dead moss were already present in the pit as fresh tinder, as well as large coals left over from the previous fire.

Johanna went about starting the fire in silence, and only until a flame caught the dry tinder did she speak again to Asher. "What of you?" She said as she dusted off her hands on the front of her dress, glancing at him over her shoulder. Remaining in a kneeling position by the fire, Johanna followed up with another question, "What of your family? I've not heard of any Thyne's living in Sevitel." While speaking, Johanna's harsh voice softened, not out of comfort or any particular gentle feelings, but rather out of tiredness.