Two Rivers Isle stark, hollow town, carson city lights

Iseul? Eeeee-suuuuul. He repeats it in his mind before he says it back to her. Iseul! It comes out as if he'd known her for years, followed by a chortle. Pleasure's mine, then, Miss Iseul.
She is the leader of said Isle pack, and unassuming as she may look, he believed it. She handled his arrival with tactfulness and grace, and that alone was enough to earn his respect. He was a man of manners, if nothing else. 
A home, he's offered, and he has to think on it. Could be nice, if you'd be gracious enough, he comments, a glint to his eye as the mid-evening dayglow paints the pair a glistening tangerine. what's it like here? What kinda folks you got?