More were coming, but Rolf seemed to be in a safe place right now, so with the offer of tea he he began to undo his armor.  There were bolts behind his hips, and after undoing them the back of his chestplate flipped upward, allowing him to step backwards(a little clumsily without a squire) out of his armor.  His head was momentarily caught under the cape that he had forgotten to remove, but he flipped it over the now free-standing armor's head and sat down by the fire.  

His clothes underneath were originally crisp, but plain gray and orange linens, but now they were wrinkled and smelled of sweat.  He was shorter out of the armor, but broad shouldered and not small by any means.  He gladly accepted the tea.  He didn't need it to warm him, but the liquid and the meager energy it gave him were a gods send.  With tea in hand, he listened to the man's explanations.  

Rolf twirled two fingers in a "get on with it" motion.  "You're speaking in riddles.  If your cause is worthy I will gladly lend my sword to it, but I must know it first."  His voice was deep with a tired rasp to it.