The priest was about to interject but the monk had made up her mind on things. If the farmhouse was like this and with a pair of ladies already looking like a tempest of booze and probably smelling of sex, if the farmers and so forth were home they probably would be very paranoid and hostile. So the priest went over to at least interject.<strong>"I assure you we mean no harm. Mere priests on a pilgrimage seeking shelter for the night."</strong>He called out to the door in case others were inside.