Magnar shook his head at the zealot. He had seen these guys before. The best way was to avoid them but here that seemed quite impossible at the moment.
"We'll see about that tomorrow," he said, "now I would prefer some peace and quiet and some sleep. And well, maybe a meal and a good tankard of ale."

Then he looked at the house they were standing next to.
"I doubt there is someone home," he said, "between all the racket outside and the barking of the dog inside, someone should have at least turned on some light to have a look. But it looks still dark inside."