Roland quickened his pace to receive the newcomer, holding his swordhilt, more to keep it from banging against his leg than to protect himself. The younger man looked harmless enough. He hadn't known what he expected from the lad, but two draugr being trapped in a home was definitely not it. Though he supposed it was better than bandits, depending on a few factors. He'd never faced beings wrought of dark magic, but he'd heard enough stories. 

"Aye, I think we can handle that." Roland said, trying to keep the uncertainty out of his voice. It helped that he truly did think they could do it, but nervousness got the better of him. Though one of his good qualities was that he usually acted first and fretted later, and the young lad beamed at the proclamation. 

"Oh thank you my lady, thank you sir." He said, giving many unpracticed bows. 

There was a quick, guilty dismissal of the man as he really didn't need to praise them yet. Still, they agreed to help and he jumped at being able to guide them. He led them back to the small village area that seemed to pop out of nowhere through the thick trees. One could wonder what sort of things this forest could hide, if a whole village could be so hidden to not notice it until one stepped into the tree line. 

The small houses made of timber and straw sat in a squat formation that made only three or four poor dirt roads leading into different goat paths into the forest. Smoke wafted lazily from makeshift chimneys, and the only place here that seemed sturdy enough to survive a harsh storm was a single old lookout tower made of stone that loomed thrice as high as the small houses. Townsfolk gathered round in the center of town, the men and a few elderly ladies squabbling among one another as the children and mothers sat on the porches with looks of both worry and excitement. 

"I said we should have caved the tombs in years ago!" One man cried, and another man answered him with. "-They haven't bothered us until now, you think they were waiting for this? Something must have happened." 

"It's Rottengild, the Crypt lord." an old woman foretold.

"Yer daft, it's old Therzun practicing his magics in the forest." The bearded blacksmith remarked. "He's the sort we need to go to the king about." 

"Galena! Mistress of mercy, who is that?" a mother cried, pointing at Iseldis and Roland as they were led in by the lad, the crowd parting, no doubt thinking they were far higher rank than they truly were. But they gave them suspicious and odd looks all the same. The younger man spoke up. "I've found a Knight and a Monk o' the moon! By Baeldyr, they'll save us. Move! Let them through." 
[@Luminosity]