She couldn't help the proud smirk that came to her lips. They were quite the inquisitive one, weren't they? Good. A curious mind was a terrible thing to waste. Still, there were many questions now placed before her. She could only hope to answer them as clearly and concisely as possible.
"You may call me Scribe," she began. That made sense as the first order of business she reasoned. After all, the first step toward trust was establishing a rapport, and what use was that without introductions? If the other wished to do the same, that was solely their prerogative.
"But yes, they are in danger. The fog alone is oppressive enough, but the shadows here are much stronger as well, not to mention the presence nearby." She'd refrain from naming any names, but maintaining the colloquialisms the other was likely used to was also of import. Confusing them would only lead to distrust, or so she presumed.
"I imagine the direct distance to them is quite short, though unless you have the ability to walk through walls, that method is not viable. That being said, I have gotten the chance to study this place quite a bit. The layout isn't random. There are clear patterns to it, and no path remains cut off from the others for long. Even as it changes, there's still a method." Yes, that was it, confidence enough to make it convincing, while still vague enough that there was still room to work with. That was the sweet spot she aimed for. All the while, she walked as she spoke, her unfaltering stride leading them through one turn after another, deeper and deeper into the spider's web.