Watching the ground emerge, the masked lady skid back to her fellow female and put her hand on her weapon. She had seen that in much of this world a woman would be capture and put into use as a toy to men, or married off to or by her captures. So far this lady had been the closest she had to a freind in this new area. She did not want harm to come to her of all people. The drunk would be fine, perhaps even feel natural with others in his position. For the other man, she had grown to dislike him. Much of what he had spoken had been no more than rude banter over her way of simplifying the situation. 

To her surprise the rich man before her had done much to help, negotiating and using diplomacy to his best. It seemed as if he had some face to him as what she assumed to be the village elder of their stop recognized him and greeted him kindly. As others came and went before finally dispersing she was releived and fully sheathed her blade with a loud clank. She would need to clean it later. 

She wondered what he meant when he said his name, was it important here? She decided to try to gauge the other's reactions. She had noticed the paper other girl had shown, and assuming he was talking of it she pulled it a pouch she had on her person. 
"I am to go. Who can read?"