After the words

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa bends down to eye level with him.

"Excuse me, hello. Your little friend here led me to you."

[Anastasia]

A startle, "Ah!" The man says, black hair kept short. You see it close up as he leaps to his feet, "What friend who how?"

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa points to the fox.

[Anastasia]

A quick look to the fox, "Oh, it's his fault," The man grumbles, "Should have known."

[Iron Dragoon]

"Well, partially. I followed the moonlight here. I would have had to find someone eventually. He just sped things up. What is this place?"

[Anastasia]

"It's a small village, a retreat," The man rubs the back of his neck, "And who exactly are you?"

[Iron Dragoon]

"Alyssa Songsteel, faithful of Shaundakul. And yourself?"

[Anastasia]

"Maccan Starlin," The man introduces himself, "We don't see many wanderers here, but if you're looking for a night's rest, we have somewhere you can sleep."

[Iron Dragoon]

"Perhaps at some point. I have a friend who's searching for someone. I'm simply following a path while she does so. It seems the moonlight wanted me here."

[Anastasia]

"Well...here you are?" A slow reply, spreading his arms out. "If you wanted forestry or maple syrup, you've come to the right place."

[Iron Dragoon]

"Both, perhaps. I'll eager you have some unique wood products and tasty syrup."

[Anastasia]

The man gets up, "Then why not?" He says, heading inside.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa follows!

[Anastasia]

Inside is a nice enough house. Rustic really, wooden furniture and decorations. Is that a bearskin rug? As you eye that you're lead into a simple kitchen, where a pan is taken. "Flat cakes go good with it," he says, "They don't take long to make, either."

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa nods, "It sounds fantastic. I'm not much of a cook; not where my talents lay. Tell me about the wood you harvest here."