*catches one of the heavies' parting glances (don't try anything) and tries his best to look nonthreatening*
Oh, I'm sorry. It's Erestor, ma'am. Just Erestor. *rubs the back of his neck, still a bit pink in the ears but smiling* I'm from out of town, actually—Dorthonion and Gondolin. I've been staying at Lórell Inn for... oh, about three months or so. *sincerely* You have an amazing city, here.
*won't realize until later how easily Dorthonion-and-Gondolin rolled off his tongue, or how simply and thoroughly accurate it is*