Symon cocked a brow at this assessment. "Initially-perhaps." He allowed, "But I think it depends on how we act after, if we somehow fulfill a need they have." He shrugged, "Though I agree that it will certainly be an uphill battle."

"Luxuriating in an opulent house that was whisked out from under a native here? Yes, I would agree." Symon said, amusement as well as agreement coloring his tone. His weight shifted slightly, his hand still on his sword as the group of youths shuffled. But they didn't appear to be closing in on them. Not yet at least.

"Besides I'm used to barracks." His eyes pass over her, shrewd. "You too?"