"OH! No, you don't have to ma'am. The house is not even mine, it is merely provided for me by Chastley," Jessa protests feebly as she does her best to bow, a clumsy move from a woman who rarely needs to perform such formalities. However, she quickly sees that you are not about to change your mind quickly agrees to your terms. The guard shrugs, "As you wish, honoured guest," he nods, lowering his head respectfully before turning to walk away.<br/><br/>Inside the wooden walls you see a single room barely five paces across, the walls heavy with the scent of smoke, the source of which is a scorched patch of earth outlined with stones. Behind the fire pit is a small barrel with a washing rag laying on the lid. In the corner on the other side is a single pile of dark woolen blankets, and a second pile of cheap garbs. Jessa enters through a leather curtain, firmly clenching the coins in her hand. "I have some potatoes and barely ma'am. I will make you a soup to eat," Jessa mumbles as she approaches the fire pit, uncovering a patch of earth next to it to reveal a small, black pot and cloth wrapped vegetables. She opens the barrel and dips the wash rag into the liquid within before beginning to clean the dirt off from everything. "I'm Zolt," the boy smiles at you, eyeing your shiny armour and hair. "Are you Chasty's wife?" he asks suddenly, causing his mother wince.