"W-wait, wait a second," Enfield stammered, and the grip on his pistols loosened slightly. He didn't lower them, as he had no reason to do that yet, but he didn't look so set on shooting anybody as he was before.
He appraised the two women before him. Apart from the one that was obviously armed, the other one didn't really seem armed, and, in fact, looked pretty damn cold.
Cold from what, Enfield couldn't begin to guess, but she was cold enough to be...
Holding the coals from his fire?
A mage, then.
"I'd don't want to shoot anybody, I was just... caught off guard," Enfield said, sounding very much like he was trying to cover up the fact that he'd gotten spooked.
He lowered his pistols, and set them down on the ground.
"Worry not!"
He smiled widely as he clambered out of his sleeping bag, and then he took up a comically heroic pose. It didn't help that he was wearing nightclothes and slippers.
"The great Lord Enfield Lanchester never turns away someone in need!"
And with that, he took a spherical black stone with a red rune from his pack, and angled it at the fire. A lick of flame shot out, and the fire sparked back to life.
"Would you two care to join me?"