Fox's Glade i was born a fighter;

his specialty were plants, not gossiping midwives. he wouldn't know who to approach in Lost Creek Hollow. Treason knew he was a healer, and if she needed help from him, she had the sense to seek him out. until then, he was keen to keep himself far from pregnant women. they had a bark as worse as their bite. "it's fine" Baelfire would assure the other, having hoped they knew something. he didn't ever want to assume a man couldn't be a good midwife - er, midhusband? - or practiced in such things.

"Brisbane it is" he'd reply, about as exotic as his own name. perhaps some European roots. "your mother taught you herbs. lucky" he'd state, recalling the man's words. he would chuckle, shaking his head. "wish my mother had" all his mother wanted out of him was to kill as many outsiders as possible in the name of their god. "I am a disappointment to her." he found the whole thing amusing. the woman who gave him life did not want anything to do with him now. 

"are you a loner?" Baelfire had no reason to recruit the man to Lost Creek Hollow. he was trying to keep the conversation flowing.