Dari jumped slightly as the man's shout, instinctively grabbing her son's shoulder to keep him close to her. The ten year old glared however, shrugging it off. She narrowed her eyes and he obediently kept close. Dareshta cleared her throat slightly as the Sentinel approached from behind, quietly dismounting to be close to her and her own weapons if need be. Where Wanderer Sentinels were occasionally moderately dressed, they still wore the bright red armbands and sash to mark their station. The female guards, such as theirs, also tended to favor red headscarfs as well.
"We didn't mean to intrude," Dareshta began, looking over her shoulder towards the remains, or beginnings, of a residence. She was not yet sure. "My son here decided that it would be a good time to gallop from our scouting party." Again, she playfully cuffed him, this time on the shoulder. "And I am being rude..."
"I am Daveshta Wellweaver, of the Farseeing Clan of Wanderers," she said, placing a palm over her heart and bowing slightly, "And this is my son Luca" he mimicked his mother's gesture, "Our guide would prefer not to be named, for this I apologize." The Sentitel only nodded briefly to him.
Taking his welcome, she nudged her son and his pony forward, letting him also take Zeta, her own mare, to the stream for a drink. "We thank you for your offer. And I must apologize again, if we had known this spot to be inhabited, we would not have intruded."