John saw an elven woman on the same well-worn path in the woods. He wasn't as well-dressed as she was, but elves in the woods and hills rarely were. They led hard, poor lives, often dressed in the minimum needed. He had a pair of long pants and little else, while female elves who lived in the woods only used what was needed to conceal the parts not meant for public viewing. As the realm was warm for most of the year, this worked out quite well. 

"Can those royals get any more wasteful?" he had been traveling down the path for some time, heading in the same direction as Perry was. He had just caught a quail and was bringing it to a market, hoping to get a decent price. Hunting had been sparse these past few months, and while he had enough to eat, there wasn't much to sell. Luckily, the rainy season was only a couple of months away, and game would move back into the woods. Unless the rains came late this year. They were starting to do that more and more.

"I haven't seen you around here before" Perry added. "Are you new to these woods?"