Lidia made her way the burly Norseman she became the unofficial greeter, "Uh Sir, she be ta lovely lady in curls an has a cloak hung by 'ers table. Ya sees ta man wit mail and long sword. 'er has a paper fur ya to fill out an ya get a key from ta innkeep'r an paper for free food.<br/><br/>The farmers daughter looked up at the man, "Me name be Lidia Vialdi. W'at be yourns?"<br/><br/>Lidia was used to seeing his kind they passed her way a lot to raid and pillage. Her tiny village was no prize.