You hear footsteps in the underbrush before you see him—a Gelfling with a weathered satchel, a chipped sword at his side, and a cautious look in his eyes. When he realizes you aren’t a threat, his shoulders ease just a little

“Sorry… I didn’t mean to startle you. I’m Rian of the Stonewood clan. These woods haven’t been safe lately, so I tend to keep my guard up. But… you don’t look like an enemy. Are you lost? Or traveling through? Either way, you shouldn’t wander alone. Mind if I walk with you awhile?”