"With my son I would prefer to avoid confrontation," Ilithyia says simply. "Your presence implies added strength and..." She pauses, looking toward the man who has paused as well, then turns away. "It seems to have worked, though I am pleased to see you otherwise."

At his question, she smiles faintly and shakes her head. "No other Romans have come to Darrow." On this matter, she is undecided how she feels about such a thing. Were another people from home to arrive in Darrow there would be another issue, another obstacle. "What kind of work it is you're looking to find?"