But one thing that anyone could undoubtedly ascertain was that the head of the family was none other than the fearsome looking 'husband'.
So, the local guide approached the man without any hesitation, ''Good sir, where are you from? Where are you headed off to?"
The 'good sir' in question however did not seem to be as amicable towards strangers as he frowned and refused to utter a word. Even the man's father who was sporting a rotund belly, a face full of beard and hair that reached his shoulder, barely being contained by the hair tying thread seemed awfully quiet and detached.
The local guide's polite smile fluctuated a little.
''We are looking for a tavern to have a meal first then we would need you to take us to an inn. Would that be possible, Mister?"
The local guide was stunned. The person who had approached to speak was instead the mother with an old and gentle looking appearance.
