Marius stills, the feeling that he's not alone suddenly nagging at him. He sets the bottles on top of the sleeping bag and moves into a crouching position as he reaches for the crossbow underneath it, his eyes sweeping the area until they set on...

On a boy. He blinks, eyebrows raising a little. The boy is young, likely not even beyond twenty years of age. Instantly, his hand slides away from the crossbow.

"Ah... Hello." Tentativeness colors his tone of voice, as well as a bit of weariness and tiredness that is evident in its slight hoarseness.