Rhoynar held his sword tightly, regardless of Illinfer's previous comment. The blade was much longer than most, thinner too. It seemed to form a point much different to that of a normal blade. Swords like that existed beyond the Second East, used on the battlefields and on horseback. They were more inclined for throwing that cleaving like western blades. Rhoynar twisted his grip a little, more than ready to throw the thing if he needed to. It had always took Westerners off guard.. Throwing a blade instead of swinging it. Although, missing was a costly mistake and not one to make in combat with more than one opponent, not unless stealing another weapon was easy. The knight held his horse steady with one arm, glancing between the bush and his companion. The more time he spent with her, the more mysteries she seemed to carry. Here he was thinking she was easy to read and simple. 

Seeing two hands appear from the lingering shadows quickly made Rhoynar uncomfortable. The man looked armed and instantly set alarm bells off. It seemed far too much like an ambush... The woods and this time of day, it was prime real estate. The knight shifted his horse, altering his position to aid whatever the world wanted to throw at them. Today wasn't the day he was going to die. His attention turned back to the man when his palm sparked up like some sort of- it was clearly obvious the man knew magic. The situation made Rhoynar feel even more uneasy, like a sailor on a starless night. He turned his eyes to the man and pulled his mount alongside Illinfer's. Unless a bunch of others jumped from the shadows, two horseback riders should have been enough to sway any desires to attack the man had.

Rhoynar kept his attention on the shadows, slowly becoming aware of their solitude. Moving his eyes back down, he pulled on the reins of his horse, giving way for the beast to slam its hooves on the ground before the man. It was clear the man's discomfort in their situation. He wasn't aware of the two's prior meeting until she spoke his name. Immediately Rhoynar turned back to Illinfer with an expression of confusion and misunderstanding. He pulled his horse's reins again and turned the beast to the side. 
"State your business." Rhoynar spat, joining in on the confusion and paranoia. "State your business." His voice rung out like a hammer hitting hot steel. The twang of his accent wasn't so clear anymore but it lingered in the air like their own distrust. The stranger seemed to be taking slow steps forward, despite Illinfer's blade. Rhoynar quickly lifting his own, holding it's tip beneath his chin. "Come any closer and I will slice the head of your neck." He spat, pressing the metal into the skin of the man before them both.