The woman rolled her eyes at Arthur's blunt assessment of his companion, a flicker of amusement briefly softening her severe features before the professional mask slid back into place. The weapons aimed at them hadn't lowered, though the atmosphere in the room had shifted slightly—from immediate threat to cautious evaluation.
"How do I know I can trust you two?" she asked, "How do I know you're not with Crimson Soul or some other guild here to cause problems?"
Arthur's brow furrowed in confusion, his exhausted mind trying to process this new information. "Crimson Soul? The Flame Lord's guild?" He shook his head slowly, wincing as the movement aggravated the bruises forming along his neck and shoulders. "No, and even if we were, why would we be here to cause problems?"
