"The rug came from that house right there." A wave of his hand indicates a half-burned izba - a casualty in warfare, it seems. Stripped of foodstuffs and livestock and weapons, but not of furniture. To his great benefit. Distantly, By wonders if the inhabitants are dead, fled - or gone to join the guerillas in the mountains. "As for anything that might have gotten stuck in the rug when I rolled it up...It walked here. Of its own volition. Possibly interested in a bit of a dalliance, which - "

A little shudder, quite unlike his usual foppish joking shows of putative disgust -

"Went a bit wrong."