Stephen watched the kids and just shook his head. He walked onwards. He looked away. "One died of illness. The other was murdered." he says sadly. "Both were good friends and died two days apart." He says with a sad shaking of her head. He looked at her. Nodding his head. "Good. That is what I was hoping you would say." He frowns as she spoke of people straying in. Growling at this fact. "No strays. They will not be welcomed." He says with a sudden burst of anger. He shook his head and forced himself to calm down. He smiled a bit again. "I love my home. I love the home of my people. We all do. So we keep it well maintained. We do what we can to keep this place as in perfect condition as we can." He frowned. "I don't remember a lot of it...." he says softly. Looking away.