The mill the closeness to the river had been what brought the new man down their way. He was doing the best he could, and after Danny had helped a bit the house was looking in better shape, but the Targaryen looking young man was in need of a bath, which he had on his list after 'look over the furnace.' Still a few more things to do if light permitted.

Hearing the voice he looked up from where he was carrying back another set of semi-cleaned sheets. He nodded in return. "I am." The sheets tossed up over the porches railing as he tried to shake some of the water from his hands. A light but tired smile was offered to the man as he approached, Vergil moved to meet him half way. "Thank you, it is indeed. My name's Vergil, and as you've already said. I am new in this strange place."