Regulus, hands in his pocket, casually walked into the entryway and the unexpected vitriol. But really it wasn't as if he disagreed with the woman who looked ready to curse the whole farmhouse down.

"New, I take it," he said, a half-smile on his face. He hated the rats, but a ward kept him safe at night. The food was bland and lacking in variety, but it was enough, and he could make his own wine - he was working on the whiskey and tea. Sleeping... well, his nightmares didn't pertain to this hovel or world, so that was neither here nor there.

"It's awful," he said. "But better than the snow, or the weird things that happen to you out there at night."