Tailpin kept walking at an easy pace as the loot window popped up for the creature he had killed.  It only yielded a little money and experience but the fact that he knew a skill now was far more important.  The killing of a monster shouldn't be shocking in a rapid spawning field like this one, yet everyone else seemed tense.  In fact, they looked more than a little dangerous.  He stopped walking.  He looked at their readied swords.  He stopped smiling and took a step back before answering the male player's questionable greeting.

"I'm not looking for trouble either.  That monster was almost close enough to become aggressive and attack on its own and I was hunting anyway."  His voice betrayed uncertainty.  

Tailpin's eyes ran over the group over and over but kept coming back to the swords.  The only reason why they were out was his presence.  That was a bad sign.  He wouldn't stand a chance against even one competent swordsman never mind two at once.  Besides, he was too close, there was barely ten yards between them now.  He wouldn't even get two shots off before he was impaled.  Maybe this wasn't a good idea after all. 

"I can see that I'm... interrupting.  I'll be going then."  He said with a nervous smile as he took another step back.