"Who are you?"
Sienna Johnson was genuinely worried that this man was from the group that had just attacked. If so, she and Leanne Andrews were in danger.
The man was equally vigilant, his gaze pausing on the stone in Sienna Johnson's hand before he said, "Madam, we were sent by Sixth Master to protect you."
The man before her had a short buzz cut and a modest height. He had brown eyes and his Chinese was a bit stiff. He didn't seem to be a local.
Sienna Johnson spoke to him in the Amwan Language, "Are you from Abyanabad?"
"Yes, Madam!" The man's Amwan Language was much more fluent, but he remained a man of few words; if two words would suffice, he wouldn't use three.
"Adrian Desmond didn't mention you."
Sienna Johnson was suspicious of their identities.
"Sixth Master instructed us to protect you discreetly, Madam. We would only show ourselves if you were in danger. If it hadn't started raining and you didn't have an umbrella, we still wouldn't have come out."
