It isn't often he goes into the woods. He's a bargeman for a reason, not very adept at woodland travel. Sure, he could get by in a pinch, but that's where his expertise ends.

And that's where you come in.

A wood elf. You're not the first one he's seen, he trades with them often, whatever fancy metals they have in exchange for a boatload of fish, they're his best-paying customers, so he has no doubt you know where to go to get some herbs he needs. (Bain is sick, nothing too serious but enough for this trek.)

Until another elf pops out of nowhere. Some pretty boy, blonde hair and a bow. He just about jumps out of his coat, gripping his sword.

Then the elfin man says something to you, and whatever it is, he doesn't like the man's tone.

"Is it often little blonde boys come up to you in the woods?" He grumbles, half ready to just draw his sword and be done with this. His son needs those herbs, dammit!