Krichevskoy relaxed, recognizing the boy. He may have been a bit too on guard, but considering the situation, he couldn't help himself. The culprit, whoever they were, was still out there somewhere, and who knew what else they might do.

"No, I was only..." He looked back toward the pile of rubble that he had only recently become used to calling home again. "...looking for a few items." It would probably be better to look sometime during the day.

Krichevskoy looked back at Emizel, catching sight of the scythe. "I assume you are here doing your job, young man?"