Another soul lost in whatever enchantment has brought him here? There's a sense of camaraderie, and some of the tension from his body. His tail flicks lightly against his hind quarters and he doesn't hesitate to move closer to the fire now.

"Aye, 'tis the same predicament as my own," he nods. "The magic of the wood fell upon me and I awoke at a stream here in this land that has little likeness. I know not how I came to be here, or what path they would have us walk, but it is a strange land indeed."