Trest watched the events unfold before him in silence, trying to blend in with the dead as much as possible, but it apparently did little good. The man has smelled him? Trest slowly lifted got to his feet, leaning against the wall of the alley, cautiously looking to the warrior and ready to bolt at a moments notice. ”My name is Trest. I am nobody. Nobody you’d have to worry about. I’m not like that monster, or any monster. Just a simple farmer down on his luck. Or at least I was.” He quickly scanned the surroundings as he spoke, trying to take in any escape route. How many of these doors are locked? How many lead to other dangers? He turned to look at the warrior again. ”And you?”