It's only that, young master, you must understand... we're not a village renown for our sights. Some might call us... ( And here, laughing, he clicks his tongue before daring another taste of his cup. ) Cursed.

( Thick, heartly laughter leaves his chest in a thick eruption. Behind him, his men awkwardly glance each side, then about themselves, before tardily joining into his excitement. )

Some might ask what you're truly doing here. I might wonder what you're truly doing here.