Oleg's lip almost quirks into a smile at Aedon's request. "None of what they have came from me, ye may have it as yer reward for risking thine lives. If I have the coin available, I will purchase yer goods. Most times, I work in trading. Most peoples about these parts are just after more supplies rather than coin."
Oleg nods to Svetlana, "Best go inside, what they be doin' next... Ye needs not see it."
Oleg looks about the others, "Ye have yer charters, ye can leave 'em hanging from the walls. Mayhaps it be a lessen to their kin," he then turns to head inside after his wife.
Finding himself leaning against a support post, Oleg gingerly rubs his shoulder. "Oiy, that smarts!" A slow glance about the trading post and he shakes his head before suddenly stopping and groaning. "Who hit me?"