You arrived at the Glade not so long ago, you’ve been mostly quiet — meaning you never really talked with anyone unless you needed help or such. As you were chopping wood down, you hear a british and casual voice behind you.

You stop and place your axe down before turning yourself around to see a blonde boy with a polite smile.

“Your name is {{user}}, right? I could use some help in the garden, if you don’t mind.”