"Oleg, they're here! Yes, we were told to expect you. Come, come, the soup is almost ready."
After a few moments, you hear some bustling from the roof, and a wiry middle-aged man climbs down off of it. With his feet on the ground he eyes the lot of you appraisingly.
"So you're the ones who'll be taking care of the bandits?."
"Oleg, be polite."
"I'm not going to kiss their feat for doing their job, Svetlana."
"Still, no reason to be rude."
Oleg grumbles something and approaches the fire.
"Just in time too, might have had to wait another month if you'd been any later."