As they walked out onto the green he gestured. "This is as you probably guessed the village green, and here's where most of the fun and excitement will be later on. It'll be a night to remember if you decide to join us and a night to forget the troubles of the road." He looked at the pile of timber waiting to be lit. "And you know where the Inn is. There's the north road, the south road and the quarry road." He gestured to the respective roads. "Unless you want to know who grows the best tabac then that's the tour. Who of course makes the best is hotly contested but I doubt you'd be interested."<br/><br/>Noticing how some of the younger girls were giving her odd looks he smiled at her "They're looking at you like that because your hair isn't in a braid, women of your age almost always have their hair braided. It's a sign of womanhood here."