"It's good to know I got the right place." He offered back, before stepping away from the door. Several shots were fired, along with some clinking - he was quickly reloading. By the time

Ferrus nodded to them - "I assume you'll need help getting back to your homes." He offered, not really finding any of the three too strange. He'd seen stranger, to be honest, amongst the group of people that made up the inhabitants. "I can lend weapons, if any of you are proficient in pistols, though I'll require them back." He's very short, to the point: and really, he has 6 pistols, counting the two in his hands, on him. He can spare a few for a little while.