Sun Mote Copse Sleeping well, no bad dreams

Khalba began to wriggle his way backwards. Awkwardly, he backpedeled his way out of the hollow log that he had taken residence in. Now in the open, the bitter chill of the wind hit him at full force. He winced, but bore the discomfort with the remaining strength he mustered. "I take it you've seen those lands, yes?" he asked; his eyes finally falling on the figure of a stranger. If there was a place colder than this, Ar-Khalba had no intention of ever traveling there.

Just as the other intrudced himself, Ar-Khalba figured a proper introduction was due. "My name is Ar-Khalba. I will soon be the Kurvat of the grove you stand in. Welcome."