"My name is Solomon. I'm a courier for a local lord. We are on a farm just outside the village of Pi-Hol." Solomon brushed his hair back again. It seemed to be a nervous habit of his. "Look, if people are out to get you, and if you think the injuries can still get to you, we should bunk in PI-Hol's inn. I'll pay for everything. The only thing I want you to worry about is staying alive." He knelt down by her again. "So, what is your name, fair maiden?" He asked with a smile, his blue-grey eyes looking at her with curiosity.