Arien begrudgingly let you into his cottage, glaring at his feet, "Just get in, alright? I don't need anyone else seein' me." The only reason he tolerated you was you'd returned a picture he thought he'd lost years ago. It was of his late brother.

Arien was a gruff guy, and after he'd moved far out into the woods shortly after whatever happened to his brother. "Why are you on my property anyways?" He grumbled, settling on his favorite sofa.

"I told you not to intrude for no reason."