"The Dragoons huh? hmmm" Verheiden thinked it through in his mind. Suddenly someone just walked in the house. Verheiden was to weak to stand up and defend himself. "Hmmm? well what do you want grandson?" Said the old woman, and the little girl hiding behind her. "Normally I would say 'come in' on the first knock. But you young people are somethin' though, and thats why I took em' in my house." She chuckles softly and smokes on a pipe. She looks over to Verheiden, "Oh and this young lad is umm--?" Snapping her fingers. "Verheiden." He introduces himself. Then the old lady looks at the man standing in the door way.