In the brief moment of reflex he was granted before the new stranger began to speak, Hadarai nearly tore his bow right off of his torso; or, he would have, had his hand not been stopped by a voice. Typically, communication really was all it took in order to prevent catastrophes. What a thought. He let his arm drop again, albeit slowly, to try and make himself appear harmless as he did to the Lamia. Now was no time for combat, by his standards.
"Hadarai Meliamne, son of Luthias," said he, now letting a cloud of air quietly run out of his mouth so as to purge his body of any lingering adrenaline from the slight scare he'd done his best to conceal, "but alas, I've not learned the name of the one you see behind me. Know that neither of us mean to harm you until you harbor the thought of violence yourself. If not, you're quite free to sit." He said this sternly until that final offer to join the sitting session, primarily because he spoke the last few words as he saw the tattered clothes of the mysterious girl before him. His natural sense of danger, the very one he had refined so aggressively, had been briefly overtaken by a small wave of inherent pity. Seeing someone in what couldn't have been an intentionally poor state was certainly new, what with living near a rather refined city, in a forest where few dared to wander.
As he wrapped up his statement and warning, he took a seat once more, removing his bow from his body and setting it aside. He then glanced back to the creature he'd previously been conversing with for a moment, now having forgotten about just what. One individual's arrival wasn't enough to catch him off guard, but two in succession was certainly a surefire way to flank his perception. Now able to relax and focus again, however, he began to take a moment to observe the two others now around him, just for the sake of being more confident in what to say and what to do around the strangers. How paranoia constantly follows him, leading everyone he met to resemble a trap waiting to be triggered...
The Lamia was an easy one to speak with, considering their kind, for the most part, had no diet for elves, being of similar blood. The one that had shown up a tad more recently, however, was a bit tougher to guess about regarding intent. Her appearance would suggest a nonhostile person, but looks can certainly deceive, and they have before. But, perhaps some sort of an innocence was present by their clothing; its poor state from the environment around the girl would either imply she was lost, fleeing, or both. That strange sense of pity began to surface again, but Hadarai knew he would have to suppress it until introductions were made. He subtly made mental note of where his weapons were set down, in any case. Being fooled from mercy was a familiar feeling, and certainly one that wouldn't be pleasant to go through a second round with.
