Severin's eyes flick suspiciously from the leader to Elodie, to Gabriele, and back again. Really? Is the old codger blind, or something?

After a moment's hesitation, he releases the woman and sheathes his dagger. "Umm, yeah. We're new arrivals. The trip here's been hell. Had to drink me own piss for two days straight. Sorry..." he mumbles by way of apology.