The grey cloaked man relaxed a bit as the others appeared to back him up, he no longer imagined the stranger brutally murdering him and moving on to strike another down, he now imagined eating a bowl of hot soup while a masked man sang in the background, it was quite an odd thing to be thinking of.
"He's right you know, we mean you no harm; you took quite a fall down there, there was a bit of blood, and your nose seemed a bit askew, but we took care of that problem, and I had wanted to leave you in the care of a doctor once we entered the town, my name is Solomon by the way."