The camp was larger than he expected so he assumed that more than just a few people had arrived. There were smaller buildings of sorts and a garden in one area. A pit for fires, and there were supplies out and scattered about, though somewhat organized. There was a small amount of movement and it caught his attention.
It would be hard to learn not to be on edge all the time. He was used to being hyper aware. Always on guard, having to know his surroundings at all times. SO when a woman stopped mid step to notice him, the hairs on the back of his neck and he was extra careful not to break stride.
The sound of her voice made him relax and he smiled back. "I am, my name is Mikhel, I have just arrived and was told to head inland." Offering his hand he shook his head. "No, there is a path starting to wear in the right direction, helpful, but it makes me think I may be late?"