Let me in

"This place you have," You said. "It's secure?"
"Yeah." He scoffed, as if the question offended him. "Th'prison about three miles west."
The prison. You were much farther south than you'd thought.
"I can take ya there, but you've gotta answer some questions first."
Now, without his crossbow in your face and the undead approaching, you could properly look the archer over. He was dressed practically, long dark sleeves and pants under a worn leather vest. He knew how to blend in. Probably a hunter based on the weapon and how easily he'd snuck up on your little camp.
He wasn't terribly tall, but he looked strong-the shirt tight around his arms and chest. He kept his expression stony, but he continued to hold your gaze, blue eyes locked in on your own. He was a man who'd done things and seen even more.
But then so had you.