[Athilea Majiri]

She turned slowly to them, her pale eyes wide at the sight of a weapon, "No, we are not from here. Would you mind, however, telling us where we are sir? We are a bit," Ghost paused trying to find the word before settling for one, "lost." The girl shifted from one foot to another as she looked at the man, "I do not intend to resist, I just wish to know that."

Her hands were held up to her sides to show that she meant them no harm, and had no weapons. She could not help but notice the sword that was still pointed toward her companion though, "Please, lower the sword, we will not resist you. We truly do not mean any harm."