Saga looked the man over, tailoring, hat, and an air of authority, possibly difficult to squash, but still controllable if they were taken to staying. She’d just have to manage him and those with him right. The tailoring made her want to curl her lip, but she kept in check.
“I am Saga, I lead and run the area and my people passed word of your coming” Saga replied throwing back the hood, her dark hair damp with rain and the black horse she rode steaming from the ride. “What are your plans here?”