Haven gasped as the weapons were drawn. She recoiled from Mal, the warrior, and clung to Ada. 

"We-We don't have to fight... do we?" She wondered aloud. She suspected that inky green skeleton monster ere not the [i]only[/i] danger in the world... yet... was a grumpy door-man an obstacle worthy of a weapon?

"P-Please, Sir." She squeaked. "It is very important... She tried to make eye contact with the surly orc doorman. "O-our village was destroyed by m-magic monsters and w-were just trying to find our p-parents." Haven figured that the truth would be enough to smooth over their way. She imagined that luck was on her side.

This is what Haven would say if she weren't flung aside by the orc as he moved in to fight Mal. Or perhaps he'd ignore her and tell them off. She'd hold her breath as she explained, and begged. She knew nothing of city-life or the world outside the village. So she spoke to the doorman as she would have one of her neighbors, she didn't know another way... in fact... if it were not for his green skin, crooked nose, and eyebrow mole, she could [i]imagine[i/] that this man was actually Maret the tanner. That small thought made her anxiety melt away... 

Her gaze faltered and landed upon her own feet as she felt her eyes begin to sting. "I-I wish there was something we could do for you, or pay you in exchange for letting us in... but everything is gone, its all burned... I'd say I'd [i]owe[/i] you a river-cabbage... but... I don't know if I'll ever be able to go back home and harvest more... If the cabbages are not all burned..." Her eyebrows knit together and she stepped toward the door. "I'm sorry Mal is angry... but... We've had a hard day... And we've not had any food nor rest after it happened... We just need to find [i]someone[/i] that we know here, please... I don't know what else we can do... Can [i]you[/i] help us?"