Elizabeth stepped back then, gently removing her hand from his shoulder. "I am sorry if that hinders you. Though you are very kind to think of my safety."

It might be argued that such was merely common courtesy and sense, but it was still reminiscent of chivalry enough to flatter her. When they found his people, she was resolved to learn how to climb such heights. If for no other reason than now that the challenge had been presented to her, she wished to overcome it rather than balk in its shadow.

Reaching down, she located two serviceable daggers, which for her seemed more like shortswords, and fastened a discarded belt about her waist in which to sheathe them. "I understand. Though.." her brows drew together. "The templars were disbanded a century ago. Perhaps en route, might you explain just how it is they have resurfaced?"

If they had, she did not doubt for a moment that they might be a threat. She'd heard the stories of their greed and corruption. But that was a conversation for the road, and Elizabeth was as keen to start and locate his people as he was. Ahead, she could see what was left of a wooden watchtower, and she pointed in its direction.

"There! That would afford a good view of the road ahead." If any large groups of people were on the move, he would be sure to notice.