The old man turned to him and and glared as he shoved the door open, revealing the dim interior of the cottage.  A few candles saw to the gloom, and the flickering light highlighted the man's mangled face.  "Don't you preach to me lad.  This isn't about revenge, it's about protecting these people and don't you go thinking otherwise."  He growled, sounding almost offended.  Young upstart, who was he to tell him what to do or how to feel?  Even if he did want revenge, it wasn't for his ravaged face.  It was for the mothers and fathers who'd lost children, the children whose fathers had never returned from facing the monster.  He settled himself into a chair and shifted his leg into a more comfortable position to ease the ache in it, then gestured to the other chair.  "Come inside, make yourself at home.  And shut the door.  It doesn't matter how long you stay around, if you're trying to help out of the good of your heart these people will accept you."  His tone suggested that he didn't think that was the case and he eyed him critically, the clawmark through his eyebrow making the look even more discomforting.  "This is a poor town, thanks to the vampire.  There aren't many as'll trade with cursed men.  If you're doing this for money, you might as well turn around and leave now."