It's a believable lie, though. Asmodia hesitates, staring at him as her tail twitches uneasily from side to side. She did just appear in a new place without any explanation, and he did come over awfully quickly for someone who wasn't expecting her. And this kind of thing isn't actually all that unusual in the grand scheme of her life.

He's probably telling the truth. She steps cautiously off the path with him, careful not to turn her back on the stranger. One hand drops to her hip, where she would normally wear a sheathed dagger, but of course it isn't there. Stupid to leave her room without getting properly dressed; all she has are the clothes on her back and the cloak still grasped numbly in one hand. "Take me to them," she requests, no less wary but not seeing a better option. "How do you know? Do you know how we got here?"