Golden Glade Home on the Remains

he eyes quixote, clearly unimpressed with the lack of detail - he's a storyteller, he can't help it. well. it's none of his business, and the guy asks about his pack, so delight shrugs and moves on. "we're called tindömé," he says, and twists slightly to point with his nose in the direction the forest lay, past the summit. "we claim king elk's forest to the south of here, and we're nontraditionally structured - based around trades." the singing-sunlight tilts his head, studying quixote's face for a reaction - somehow he does not think the stranger would be too impressed by the actual king elk and so he holds off on bringing him up for now.