He takes a hasty step back when the door swings open. Curse his luck--! His gun is gone with the saddlebags, though it likely matters little, when the powder would have been soaked through by now had he been carrying it.

Strange, to find a woman alone on the road. He can't quite make out her face with the firelight within directly behind her, and his eyes still too used to the dark. He puts his hands up before him-- then pauses, and removes his wide-brimmed hat. Trying to appear less of a threatening stranger.

"Only a stranded traveler," he says. "My name is Boromir Wójcik, and I seek only a place to wait out the rain."