Two Rivers Isle stark, hollow town, carson city lights

She moves forward, he stays still. This was her land; she held virtue over her own body. A polite thing, with an accent he couldn't quite recognize and irises of evergreen that bore into him with fervor. Well, now he was just  embarrassed.  What a wonderful first impression to make on a fine little lady, disheveled and windswept as he was. 
Boone, is his answer when he's asked his name, a charming tilt of his head to the side. I come from a little ol' holler far south a' here. Was lookin' to move, and a little birdie told me of a place called Teekon. This here isle happened to be what I stumbled upon. Not a bad home you got on your hands, his gaze pans around at the thick woodlands that cover the lands, the sound of the river closely within earshot. 
He shuffles, readjusting his footing before easing down into a sit. And who might you be, miss?