Someone was in here. O'danya motioned for her companions to remain wary but keep from advancing just yet — as far as she could see, it was only a young hyur who looked just as confused as the rest of them. Her instincts said to trust him, that he was no enemy despite the strangeness of the building and his own attire; it was nothing like the Garleans or, Twelve forbid, beastmen wore. Nothing like she had seen in her life, save for perhaps once instance...

"Hello," she greeted, brows raised expectantly. Would that set him off or calm him down? She could feel the uneasy shifting of the company behind her, but they would have to deal with it until this young man's allegiances were made clear.