Rhiannon proffers a hand. "Rhiannon Star, soon-to-be saviour of the sleepy hamlet of St. Avril, lured in by promises of tea and biscuits." She grins wryly. "Actually, my able companion and I are, I suspect, on the same errand as you: to stop this self-styled baron. We were considering a number of more...unorthodox...methods, due to the meagre resources and manpower available. Your presence and knowledge is a great boon. Although..." and she pauses to quirk her head at him curiously, "You did not say whether you were here in an unofficial official capacity, or of your own personal volition."