The woman's head snapped up from her task when Wlady called out. Her eyes got very large for a moment, then a smile followed<strong>"Oleg! They've arrived!"</strong>She dusts herself off a bit, as the man repairing the roof begins to clamber down.<strong>"You'd be right, sir, this is our little place. Thank you for coming..."</strong>She began, only for her burly husband to interrupt,<strong> "Took the governor long enough."</strong><br/><br/>He crossed his arms, looking each of the group up and down in turn. A cat-woman. Two dandies. And... is that a frog? Oleg's already-creased brow grew furrows like a ploughed field.<strong> "...Yer not the guard detachment, are you?"</strong>He grumbled darkly in Skald, because that language has all the best oaths. He set his jaw after a moment.<strong>"Well. You're welcome just the same, and glad to see you,"</strong>he finally admits, doffing his cap and extending a large, hammer-bruised hand to Wlady first.<strong>"Oleg Leveton. This here,"</strong>He loops his free arm around his much smaller wife's shoulders,<strong>"is my long-suffering wife, Svetlana."</strong><br/><br/>She gave him a soft elbow.<strong>"Not suffering for long, hopefully. Come, come, have a seat, have some stew, the lot of you look like skin and bones!"</strong>She gathered her skirts and made her way towards the cookpot, answering Jazzy as she went.<strong> "Well... Folks are a bit sparse out this far, and with the, ah, the troubles of late."</strong>she frowned, giving the stew a brisk stir.<strong>"Bandits, I'm sure you've heard."</strong>