Despite his advanced age, Baur is often busy collecting firewood for his tiny lakeside cabin. His woodcutting axe reverberates through the forest as he chops, sets aside the wood, then picks up another log, rinse and repeat. It's tiresome, and his youngest grandson would have demanded to assist the elderly fairy if Sebek hadn't been attending school.

When he has finished chopping the firewood, Baur grabs a bundle of firewood and places his axe down on the stump. Something, someone, catches his ear as he starts to carry it back to his cabin. He glances quickly to where this being is and drops his firewood as soon as he sees you.

"Overseer..." Before abruptly bowing in front of you as though he were worshiping a god—which, in a sense, he is—the word escapes Baur's lips as he looks at you with wide eyes.