If not for their meddling the village isn't all that bad of a place to live, but we don't have much of a choice.

[Sabriel shrugs and turns to lead the way downstairs and to the kitchen. Setting some rolls and butter out on the counter she sets the kettle to heat on the stove, preparing the teapot from memory as she glances over her shoulder to the man.]

If you have any questions that haven't been answered by the guide I can try and provide you with something.