"Excellant, my sister will be so pleased.  We very seldomly get company."  Her breath was a little quavery having had the arm of an attractive man wrapped around her, and it didn't help that he was soaking wet either.  "Oh, my head is lost- My name is Lilliana, Lilliana Destrade.  A pleasure to meet you sirs."  She adjusted the clingy damp cloak into a slight bow and turned to lead them to her and her sister's cottage.<br/><br/>Frantically, Lilliana thought about what to say to her sister when she entered so as not to give the wrong impression.  Sophia had not seen what she had, she might think that they are mere hunters or something of the like.  Then again, Sophia was older and admittedly could sense things like this better.  What would she do?  Would she be as excited as Lilliana?<br/><br/>The group came to the crest of a hillock and could see a very small wood and stone cottage at its foot.  There were three clear patches of cultivated earth in distinct areas bordering it.  Sophia was digging in one of them when they arrived.  She wore her navy cotton cloak over her face to keep the sun from her eyes.  Her head turned when she heard the grass rustle above her.  Her sister had brought things to play with; how lovely!  Although she wished she'd been informed.  Her little sister could be so impetuous.<br/><br/>"Hello,"  Sophia greeted courtiously, making the same small bow her sister had only moments ago.  "Welcom gentleman, to our home."  She shifted the basket of vegetables and strange plants in her arms and glanced at her sister and smiled.  "I hope my Lilliana wasn't too much of a bother, she's quite young yet and she often lets herself be subject to... emotion.  I am Sophia Destrade, won't you come in?"<br/><br/>Both the girls ushered them into the house; a cozy little place that used to belong to a huntsman and his dogs.  The huntsman suddenly dissappeared one afternoon, but no one really noticed because of his solitary ways.  Now it was a home for two young girls with need of a cellar.<br/><br/>"Sister Sophia," Lilliana mewed.  "These gentleman are quite hungry and I'm sure they would love some tea.  Would you make your special tea for them?"  This was code, a bit more vague than Sophia would have liked, but she could tell her sister was on to something more than the usual drug-n-drop.<br/><br/>"I have many fine teas, which do you mean?"  She hoped Lilliana could find a covert way to describe what she wanted her to do,  because she could feel something about these men that suggested they were a bit more resiliant than her usual catch.<br/><br/>"You know, the really REALLY tastey one with the special honey flowers.  And I'm not sure what they would like to eat.  Perhaps you should ask and I'll get wood for the stove."  More code, meaning she was going to get wood AND prepare the cellar.<br/><br/>"A wonderful idea."  She turned to the pair before her, brushing the long blonde hair from her face.  "What would suit your appetites this afternoon?"