Neverwinter Forest At the edge of the woods

His newness explained his fine health, which Njal was only vaguely jealous of. There was a sheen to this boy's coat, and he lacked the gaunt figure of one who had gone hungry for too long. The rest of the information passed through the old man's ears without comment, he looked sour as he listened, waiting impatiently for Scimitar's inevitable arrival.

When the man came, it was in time for the boy's query towards his name. Njal did not give it. He turned instead to Scimitar and addressed the alpha promptly, giving what information he could. Says he's new to the wilds. His name is Faolan. With that the old man pulled away from the gathered pair, his surly voice carrying through the air as he murmured, Seems healthy enough. Not sure how sane he is though, given that he wants to stay here. Njal glanced briefly at Scimitar as he said this, and then fell in to place behind him; he would stand guard in case the boy proved to be more meddlesome or aggressive than he initially let on, but otherwise faded in to the background.