"You know her?" Robyn's eyes narrow. "You aren't having a "sale", are you?" he asks, unable to resist a little joke. He shrugs, "She looked fine. Reasonably calm and collected, maybe even prim. She wore a bun. Very librarianly."
He addresses Ashur, "I am Robyn and this," he indicates his companion, "is Dumos. Our journey may have been a bit adventurous, but it did not involve fighting our way here."