Once they got close enough to address the kitsunejin, Myrnal merely stood quietly and allowed Neb to handle things. Daniel Hyral's reservations about Myrnal's diplomatic skills were not unshared, and she would much rather allow the merchant among them to handle anybody new and not immediately dangerous.
Two swords was an unusual set of weapons, and they seemed to be a matched set. Probably intended to be used together, which if he were truly capable of it... well, it was nothing to sneeze at. They were nice, too, even if they did need a little of attention to their finish.
Not a lot of information from him, but Myrnal's instincts weren't alerting her to anything amiss. Despite the fact that she had seldom been wrong in her assessment of new people--at least when it came to designating the actions "kill" or "befriend"--Myrnal still was not terribly inclined to go ahead and give him the okay to come along and join their caravan.
For one thing, they knew nothing about the guy except that his first language wasn't Common, and he must have had some form of martial training to be carrying around those blades. He'd be blisteringly stupid to flaunt weapons he wasn't ready to use, and Myrnal didn't want to assume that just yet.
So, not stupid, not inept with a blade, but not forthcoming with information. Perhaps Myrnal could fix that without undermining Neb's authority to grant or deny permission to join the group. She spoke suddenly, but was careful to make no moves toward her weapons, hopefully softening the effect of abruptly calling attention to herself.
"Your Common is fine, so don't worry. But you didn't give a name. They call me Myrnal. Who are you, exactly?"