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Message: <blockquote data-quote="renau1g" data-source="post: 5255213" data-attributes="member: 54810">You enter the large, open gates and see that it opens into a small courtyard, with a few small buildings, some long tables next to a fire pit, an empty wagon, and a trio of middens in the far corner of the area. The building to your left has its door slightly open and you can see inside. A horse whinny's and you see that it is obviously a stable. There is a storage area just across the yard from you, its fenced in and has a crude roof over it to keep out the elements. That area is currently empty, as are the tables, although they have plates and utensils set out. The fire pit is smoldering and a black iron pot is sitting over it, the smell of some fine cooking waft in the air. The larger building to the north-east of the gates is perhaps the living quarters for Oleg and Svetlana. The sound of a hammer ringing is evident. Out of that building emerges a woman, a pretty young thing, although a bit plain looking. Her hair is held out of her face by a red handkerchief that keeps the hair back. She wears a simple brown dress and an apron over it. At the sight of your group she smiles ear to ear, and moves towards you. "Oleg, we have guests!" She shouts, and you see a man stand up on the roof of the building to your right. He has a hammer in his hand and nails in his teeth. He looks at you, eyes narrow, and then he returns to his hammering. She shakes her head and continues her smile. "Hello, forgive my husband, it's been a rough while out here and he's a proud sort. He doesn't like to be asking for help, oh he'd like to take care of it all on his own if he could, but I told him not to be a fool. Oh... listen to me going on like an old biddy, you're probably hungry and tired from the trip. I got a stew ready for you, just pulled the bread out and if you grab a seat I'll get something special.... oh me, I get ahead of myself again, I'm Svetlana and that is my husband, Oleg. We run this trading post." the woman says excitedly, then before you even have a chance to reply, she rushes off towards the larger building, and carries out a few loaves of still steaming bread and sets them down on the table. She returns inside and returns again bearing a glass bottle, with what appears to be wine inside. She pops the cork and places the bottle on the table, gesturing for you to come sit. After you grab a seat, Oleg climbs down a ladder and moves towards you, his brow covered in sweat from the exertion of his hammering. "Hello, name's Oleg. Glad you're here" he says gruffly, before heading inside, muttering "Gotta change". Svetlana smiles, but you can tell its a fake one, the smile never reaching her eyes. She sits down and offers to ladle the stew into the bowls for you, after which she makes small talk, asking about the road, and how things are in Restov. Oleg has returned by now and sits quietly at the other table, a pipe in his hands as he watches you. "It is so glad that the Lord Mayor sent you here to aid us, after so many requests were were beginning to think they didn't care. But now that you're here, our problems shall be taken care of. You'll get rid of the threat and we'll be free to continue our work" Svetlana says happily.[sblock=Svetlana]<img src="http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/assets/17197/Svetlana.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />[/sblock][sblock=Oleg]<img src="http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/assets/17196/Oleg.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /> [/sblock][sblock=Map]<img src="http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/assets/17198/Olegs.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />[/sblock]</blockquote>

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