Oleg gave a slight bow as his feet touched ground once more. "Lawrence Oleg, at your service," he said gruffly. Casting an appraising eye over the motley band he continued, "You aren't the guards I was requesting, are you?"<br/><br/>"Now now, dear, what kind of greeting is that?" Horo clucked her tongue as she set down her ladle and moved over to stand beside her husband with her arm wrapped tenderly around his. "We went through this yesterday and we agreed to let me do the talking, remember?" She turned towards the party and curtsied. "I'm Horo Oleg. Please forgive my husband; we have very few visitors out here. What he meant to say, I'm sure," she nudged him in the ribs, "is that he's very pleased to meet you and he would like to offer you a hot meal, on the house. Oh! Speaking of which, I have some bread that should be just about finished by now. Dear, do try not to scare everyone away before I come back, will you?" She patted him on the arm and flitted off towards the main building.<br/><br/>"And you should enjoy it too. It might be the last hot meal anyone of us have for a while, or gods forbid, ever." Oleg sighed as Horo disappeared into the main hall. He made sure she was out of earshot before he let a few obscenities lose. "Fucking bandit sons of bitches, coming here like they own the place and taking everything not nailed down. Them bastards have taken just about everything we have now and who knows what they'll do when there's nothing left. Burn the place down, maybe? Bah!" He spat on the ground. "I'd sooner take as many of them as I can with me, but..." His gaze paused over a returning Horo, wearing thick oven mitts and bringing a freshly baked loaf of bread on a stone slab with her. The aroma was mouth-watering.