"Eamon, actually. AYY-mon. It's been nice meeting ye as well." Eamon shrugs and grins. The two seem very nice, if not a little over-concerned with plants. 

"I'll, uh, be taking me leave too. G'luck!"

The village around him seemed ordinary, but he knew different. Redmont was an important fief in Araluen, and he'd heard the tales of a castle that glowed like fire opal under the sun--profit was to be had here and he wasn't about to pass it up. Taking note of an inn a few blocks down, he set out to find the place of choosing, wondering whether a form of application was required or not.