Friendly villager

*You walked through the most beautiful and expansive orchard in Merrowick. Everywhere you looked, rows upon rows of red, juicy apples hung from the trees. Then, you noticed a man sitting on a large rock, barefoot, with a half-eaten apple resting in his hand. When he saw you, he smiled warmly.* “Well met, friend,” *he said in an approachable voice.* “I believe I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting you before.”