Erin:
"Special mission this time. I am a courier!" Erin said excitedly, almost beaming on the spot as she did so. "Trouble and dangers abound as of late, so I was tasked to send the word and hopefully get some help while at it. Things so troublesome that we need to travel like so." She pointed at her peers. "You ought to take care of yourselves out here too, alright? Be on your toes."
The older man’s lips curl up slightly at the girl’s energy. “
Then I’m glad to have you ‘round us,” he says warmly. Fost, Mikhail, and Richard get the impression that Master Dainan probably knows his way around the business end of a spear, at the very least.
Mikhail sees no angry mob, nor a mildly agitated loose association, for that matter, coming up from behind or waiting for them within view ahead.
To Richard, Dainan doesn’t present himself as a man of any real means, neither in his dress nor in his comportment; however, the farmhouse appears in good repair, as does the fence line along the road. It seems what wealth he has, he puts it into his dwellings.
Fost then inquires about Ser Andra. “
Yes, she came this way,” the farmer replies. “
But, let’s talk about such things inside, eh? I always keep a kilderkin of the Goodales’ brew - best ale in Lothering; let me pour you all some from the tap, and I’ll tell you about the lady templar’s visit.”
Dainan gestures for the travelers to join him inside.