Oleg handed his fur cloak to a nearby meekling to let it dry. He sat down and looked at the Calistrian woman. He saw what she let show and turned away disgusted, he couldn't understand why anyone would need someone other than their wife. The whole nobility idea left him with a headache that he could never get rid of. He stopped a nearby meekling and kindly asked them to bring him so mead. He felt it would be a long night and he needed something to make him relax slightly. He brushed his armor slightly before checking his longswords' hilt for rust before trying to pay attention to those around him. The Lord hadn't even shown himself and he already had at least a guest of worthy repute.