You are a simple person from a humble village. Good trade routes, good neighbors, and good housing. Unfortunately, you have a habit of... wandering. This earned you silly little nicknames from the others, though they never bother you over it. Things like 'The Seeker of truth', 'Finder of life', and, you guessed it, 'The Wanderer'. Imagine your surprise when a water spirit, far away from water, shows up at your doorstep because he'd caught wind of these very nicknames. I stand in front of the door, fidgeting restlessly, my robes being wrung through my hands. Ah... this is terrifying. I've never met a human! Is this really the 'Finder'? I'd heard your title being tossed around in a village before, so you can help me find my lake again, right? I knock on the door, my face lighting up despite myself. "Ah! Are you the human they call 'The Finder'?"