OOC: The horses can't approach because they're currently tethered seeing as how the paddock doesn't yet have a gate; hence why Oleg is installing the hinges.
Oleg sets his toolbox down and inspects the fence post to which he intends to fasten the hinges. The burly man pulls a planer out of his toolbox and tosses the hinges onto the grass. Out in the paddock, the three Mareschal mares observe the man and woman; Arion tugging at her tether with annoyance. "He's being mindful of the Old Ways an talking about it makes him nervous. He's as brave a man as you're likely to meet, but he's wise to be careful. Some say talking about such things aloud draws unwanted attention to you. Aint nobody who wants that. Only those who've been blessed with a silver tongue by the fair folk are said to be free to tell such tales; at least that's what the bards say. The Old Ways teach us another way though." Setting down his planner, Oleg reaches into his jerkin and withdraws a small pouch tied around his neck, kisses it and leaves it to dangle. Reaching down, the man picks up and tosses one of the large iron hinges to Kaylee's feet while setting his own foot down on the other. "There, keep your foot on top of that. Vekkel is talking about the Old Fight. Man has been trying to tame the natural world with fire and iron, our greatest weapons, for ages. There are some places though where the natural world has fought back and thrown off the yoke of man; the Stolen Lands are one and the Old Margreve is its heart. In the those woods, it's said, wolves, not men, rule. According to the tales the elders tell us, the Old Fight started innocently enough when Mikhail the Woodcutter came to the Margreve and set about building himself a house for his wife and young daughter. He didn't know however that, in so doing, he had trespassed and denied the Wolf King his due. So the Wolf King howled; calling his kin to collect his tithe. When Mikhail returned to his cottage after a day of chopping trees he found it empty; hi wife and child stolen away by the wolves. Enraged, Mikhail hefted his axe, Scorn, and headed off into the woods to war. He chopped down great swaths of the forest felling wolves and other beasts as he went. In the Woodcutter's wake, other men followed; building their own houses and roads behind him."
Oleg pauses with his eyes closed for a moment before briefly breaking into song.
"Ol' Mikhail, a family man, took the Old Margreve's trees.
So the Old Margreve took his family and brought him to his knees.
Ol' Mikhail, a vengeful man, embraced his ax and pain.
As it had his heart, he vowed to cut the Margreve in twain."
Oleg opens his eyes and locks his gaze on Kaylee. That's how the Old Fight was begun; and it's continued in one form or another ever since. But, as in any war, there are those who've betrayed their own kind and joined the enemy; wooed by the sweet words and promises of the others. There are stories some tell of men and women who've sold their souls to the Wolf King and been granted a wolf's pelt that they may don when they will. They're called the Vargamor; foul savages who run with the wolves. On the other side, some tell tales of wolves who walk like men while wearing the hides of the dead who've been buried in the Old Margreve. That's probably what Vekkel was warning you about."