It took several minutes for them to be settled within the so-called contact's small abode, by the time they had fully settled, the sun had begun to dip again. Hakon finished pulling the cloak and fur clothing over her frame, hiding the multitude of scars and muscle mass that may put her aside from other woman in the village. The final touch being a scratchy woolen cloak provided by the man.
It took a moment to get used to the coarse fur against her skin and almost caused her physical pain upon seeing her clothing and armor hidden away in a moldering chest beneath a cot. Alas, her thoughts were snapped away as the old man inquires," Ye have a story- but yer man, does he? Tis a small town, word travels quick- woodn't be a problem weren't it fer the situation n all," her grunts, motioning toward Aven as he settled atop a low stool, chewing on some bitterly scented bark. The old man's demeanor toward Aven was nothing less then passive aggressive, untrusting- but thats what came with being in such a place without invitation.
Hakon turns toward Aven, tilting her head for a moment," Well-" she begind with a slight sigh," We could make it easy and claim he's my fiance, husband- something of the sort... We can't pass as relatives that is certain."