Thomas arrives in short order. Knowing that one magi is already hidden and has had several minutes to scout the matter, he considers going for the straightforward approach.
((Per 2 + Premonitions 2 + Speciality:nobility(including himself) 1 + Clear Thinker/Enigmatic Wisdom? 3 = 5/8 + die 8 = 13/18, would perceive up to "light, imminent danger" or "mortal danger within the season"))
((Okay, I can see how that'll get old for SGs real fast. Also, not sure if Clear Thinker or Enigmatic Wisdom would apply to Premonitions. Both have descriptions that suggest they could. Regardless, he's just worried that if he shows his face, they'll hurl a rock into it. So, assuming no Imminent Mortal Danger premonitions...)
He heads towards the fields on the most direct path, and then as soon as he is clearly visible (atop a hill, perhaps), he stands and waits, attempting to seem friendly, and observing the scene casually. He waits for them to notice him. If any of them point at him, he'll wave cheerily at them.
By now, he has learned to, if not live with his curse, at least roll with it. Should one approach eventually, he'll greet them. "This conversation is going to be very confusing for us if we don't speak the same language. Still, it's been all of ten or fifteen minutes, and neither of us have killed anyone yet. That's better than most civilizations manage, if my history teacher is to be believed. Which I'm not entirely sure is the case. At any rate, I sure do hope we speak a common tongue."
Idly, he recalls his parens Gregarius, who had always insisted the boy should learn at least some kind of combat skills. He wished now that he had listened to the old magus.