The newly minted couple just arrived in the village proper with Kiori taking the lead, after their life changing kiss the two of them decided it was about time to enter the village. Personally Rylee would've been more than happy to stay like that with him, tightly wrapped around him, so close she could feel everything from his body heat, to the beat of his heat, and to sound of each breath of his lungs. She knew he had to feel the same way as well, it was different from when they were only friends, Rylee had the sense that she can understand him much better for they have truly become much closer, she can trust him beyond what was previously thought possible. 

Although... Rylee had to admit, she wasn't too sure how she should treat him anymore. Should she try to be constantly loving, always expressing her love by throwing herself at him through more embraces, or should she just keep things how they've been, simply joking around to have fun, though of course while still finding moments to be intimate. For the time being she shouldn't stress those aspects of their relationship, they just begun maybe it'll simply take time to become used to their new status, by her own words she probably should act naturally.  

The village looked quite different from when they stood at a distance, as expected. While not suffering it was clear these people could fare better. Many of the homes were dilapidated, some were at an angle due to years of soil erosion, others had roofs slightly curving in from many days of rain. The buildings that at one point were painted looked to be faded now, the walls were covered in scratches and dirt. The villages themselves for the most part seemed to be in good health, no one was obviously starving or deadly ill. If Rylee had to guess due to the village's isolation, and relative lack of wealth, taxes from the Guild could be minimal as such the lack of tax burdens probably helped to improve their lifestyle. 

No one seemed to care about their presence, all expect one man. He was clearly very old, his hair wispy and white as spider silk, his muscles were atrophied attesting to the man's advanced age. His clothing was extremely worn, a hemp shirt and pair of hemp pants with a leather vest as an extra piece. He wore no shoes and as such his exposed feet were filthy, caked in clay and mud, toenails yellowed as they were infested with fungus. The elder squinted, eyes that expressed deep wisdom peered from his ancient face, which was covered in many scars and lines. "We do not receive travelers, why have you come here?" His statement was to the point, his voice was rasping and wheezing. This old man wasn't too pleased to see strangers enter his home. 

With Kiori in the front it was only natural for him to respond, and Rylee wanted him to speak for them, it was good practice to intact with someone other than her. She took a few steps forward and with both hands she grasped his shoulder. She gave a reassuring and affectionate squeeze as to signal he should talk. If Kiori were to look back, Rylee would express a soft, knowing smile, letting him know it was alright, she was right there in case something were to go wrong.