Sun Mote Copse down, among a million same

The stranger seemed set on an introduction despite having stumbled upon him completely by chance, and while Tulimaq was not exactly a talkative fellow lately, he couldn't help but let his guard down a little bit. Maybe the mountain had beaten him, but it was a temporary stalemate; he'd recuperate and try again when things were more favorable to him. In the meantime, being friendly with the locals was the best course of action — so he listened to her inviting voice, and then cleared his own throat in anticipation for a response.

Well enough, he said, but that was a slight fib. Tulimaq did not like to waste his time. Not that this conversation was a waste of time exactly, but — he was accustomed to having a job to do, a duty to perform, a goal to achieve. At the moment he felt listless. His last goal had been to conquer the mountain he'd come from, but that had ended in failure. Now he was stuck, and wasn't sure what to do with himself. He hated it.

Have you been in the forest very long? He asked of the woman, but it was somewhat pointless — he already knew when they'd started to settle. Tulimaq had encountered their scouts well before he invaded their meeting the other day. He was trying to get a conversation going and was out of practice.