Zelda's eyes flicked across the room, quickly looking higher as she tried to locate the speaker. The sight she found- well, it wouldn't be fair to say it wasn't quite what she expected, not when there had been so little time to form expectations. But she noted the webbing which made the swing, the oddly bright patches which adorned the man's clothes, and the shine of metal which flashed between his hands with a slight, careful nod of the head.

An odd combination. Of course, what hadn't been, since she arrived here?

"A common complaint," she agreed, thinking back to the few meetings of her father's council she'd been allowed to attend, "In fair times and foul- it probably preceded the stew as well, come to think of it."

She tilted her head in question. "Basso would be an acquaintance from home?"