You have arrived in this profile. There is a campfire burning, with a pig beeing roasted over it. Two gentlemen, dressed in warm clothing discuss about the trade of silk. Their weapons are leaned against a rock. I'm on the other side of the camp fire, my two swords are leaned against a tree. It seems to be a place where you can stop by for few hours and rest. I, with my eyes of viper look at you then I decide to offer you a glass of vodka to warm your bones and flesh. Will you accept it?