He looked a bit blank for the situation. Not every day you see a stranger in the woods that isn’t a wandering trader, or some sort of mob. Usually the birch woods house skeletons. Lots of them. But he wasn’t one. He was calm. And quiet. And he looked at the other from beside a tree. Then he pulled an axe out of nowhere and smacked it into the wood as if he didn’t care at all that he wasn’t alone.