<div style="text-align: justify;">Ian took the bottle and took a long sip before putting the bottle on the floor, within reach for the three of them. Brietta took another sip and placed the bottle where it was, while eating her stew. The girl was really hungry after all the running, and Ian's food was really good, she wasn't just saying it. When Lizette complimented his cooking, the large werewolf smiled. "Good to know you like it, lass. Eat up, there's more where this came from". <br/><br/>After these words, the man focused on eating for a few seconds. His mind was working on the situation that might have brought the girls to his doorstep. He was pretty sure there was something bad about it, otherwise Brietta wouldn't have showed up without previous warning.<br/><br/>According to Irish hospitality, the man stayed true to the promise of not talking about bad things during the meal, and only made some random remarks about the weather and other irrelevant matters.<br/><br/>Once they were done, Ian filled up mugs with hot wine and handed them to the girls. "Well, lasses, now speak. What brings you here?"<br/><br/>Brietta swallowed hard. "My home is no more, uncle. We were raided by barbarians, and they killed all of my tribe and left me for dead after I changed and fought until I no longer could. Lizette found me and helped me with water and protection so I could rest for a while. They may be chasing after us, though I believe we have lost them."<br/><br/>Now calmer, Brietta looked at Lizette with a bit of an ashamed expression. "I should not have dragged you into this situation, sister. I apologize."</div>