To someone who lived in the city, those names might have held more relevance, more meaning. But to a country coast boy like Zavros, his only reaction was to blink. "The...who with the what now?" he asked slowly. "I mean, they all<em>sound</em>nasty-like, but I haven't a clue about half of what you just said there, Miss Ganaki." But he understood enough to get the gist - the noblewoman, Suura, had friends in high places. And they'd gather up a posse of some kind to come kill him.<br/><br/>That sounded bad, yes.<br/><br/>"Well, I suppose I'd better get to...fixin' up what I can," he said sorrowfully. "At least so Ma and Pa have a roof over their heads..." Realizing that Ganaki was still scared witless by him, Zavros sighed. "Look. I don't think any of this here nastiness is any skin off your back. So...get going." Reaching up into the cart again, he handed her another small sack, this one of some more apples. "For the road," he said. "Though I'll be sayin' 'sorry' in advance that I won't be talking to you all anytime soon. On account of..." he waved a massive arm towards what used to be a solidly money-making farm to Ganaki and her ilk. "...that."<br/><br/>Grabbing hold of his hammer, he turned his back away from Ganaki and towards the bound soldiers. "And all of you!" Another arm hefted some cut lumber as well. He had things to do, yes, but he wasn't about to just leave the area without having some kind of shelter for his family. His eyes gazed upon the ruins of the elemental...<em>I wonder if I can do something with that...</em><br/><br/>Glaring at the soldiers, he said, "Here's the deal. You all are going to work] for the damage you and your boss had done to this here farm. You're going to help me put together some kinda shelter to even<em>start</em>to pay back what happened. I'll make sure you're fed, but if you want a roof over your heads, you're gonna<em>work</em>for it. Once we're done, you can go - without your weapons - in the morning." The symbol on his forehead seemed to shine ever slightly brighter as he laid down his conditions, the large smith's hammer slung casually over his shoulder.