"Greetings, milady, and welcome to Medietas." The voice was old, but strong, as was the man who used it. Merlin stood well above six feet tall, and thin, but muscled, something that showed in his current clothing of tunic, jeans, and sandals. He held on to a staff fully as tall as he, ebony in color, and wreathed with runes. And his waist was hung with a belt that holds many pouches, as well as a sword in it's sheath.

Merlin had seen the look on her face and well, he had seen that look before.

"Might I be right in assuming you are newly arrived?"