*Furia looks up at large bird headed figure some what suprised*

Furia... We came here seeking a hall to shelter. We came from the Northern foothills. War lord invade from south, war badly. Wait for winter. Then they be forced south. 

*slides out a dagger and punchs a hole into the cap and drinks her ale*

*Nonac walks over and and sees the strangers as Furia passes him a glassed ale*
Strange... Wine bottle ale... 
*stabs a hole in top with a dagger and drinks from it regardless not used to these forms of alcohol storage for ales*

Nonac , Clan chief hunter., is there a hall master or lord of this land? 

We have traveled far but never to this area. 

*notices Jillian*
Hello hall dweller, this place of one Clan? A mix? We new to this area. 

*two Barbarians seem to be semi alert looking round the room and at people etc trying to work put where on earth they ended up not recognising much of the technology there *