"I hope it's nothing too troublesome," he replies, wondering if leather gloves would help against a chilly body temperature any better than something softer. Without knowing the details he can only guess.

Normally, Matt would simply introduce himself as Matthias Meerdock. But he's too close to what remains of his past life to let that name slip out. It would be very confusing if she was local and had heard about his business and death.

"Hades," he says, trying his best to speak with confidence. As a lifelong worshipper of the old gods, he hardly feels he deserves the name. Perhaps later he can tell her his other name.

"Thank you for your help, Kaitlyn. Seems the local soldiers have become emboldened ever since the Emperor's speech. They used to be slightly better at minding their business." He sighs.