Rolf was loading his pipe to smoke, when asked why he might have been brought here. 

He shrugged with an unconcerned smile. "I imagine for something similar to what you're 'in for,'" he spoke with an accent that originated far from Alexandria. The sort of alternative brogue that could only thrive in isolated places. "I've uncommon skills, the sort that it's worth searching far and wide for. If I were to hazard a guess, I'd say you weren't easy for them to track down either?" 

He lit his pipe, and when offered the wineskin gladly took a hearty swig. He offered a spare pipe to the ranger in return. 

He had only taken a few puffs when the great doors opened and they were to go inside. Rolf sighed and extinguished his pipe, stowing it in a pocket of his coat and walking through the doorway with his staff over his shoulder. 

"Well let's find out then, shall we?"