"What?" His voice heightened slightly in pitch, he grimaced, and he clambered after her with a graceful stumble. "You have [i]no[/i] idea what you're talking about." He scowled deeply, which looked more like he was scolding a puppy. "Everyone in a ten mile radius knows to keep out of the woods. It's not that my [i]name's[/i] on it, I'm just the only one [i]insane[/i] enough to walk around without full plate armor -- even moreso now that all my traps are completely useless because the Groon's a bit smarter than you might think, what with its flailing like a babboon and did you notice its eyes don't exactly point in the same direction --" He was in the middle of demonstrating the Groon's odd eyesight with his fingers when he saw where she was headed: a small camp set up in a clearing, ripe for any beast or monstrosity to plunder.

"That explains it," he said flatly. "You're new to the area and you have [i]no[/i] idea what's going on. Whatever your business is, it can wait til the Groon's gone. Why don't you stay in the village?" He flung an arm in the direction of the nearest civilization -- a quaint little village full of quaint little people frightened of a monster in the woods. "Plenty of hospitable people would lend you a bed and a meal. That's the way normal people travel, at least. Come back after I've taken care of the monster. That means stay out of my way for awhile, stay where it's safe."

He stood at the edge of her camp with his arms folded, fully expecting her to ask him to help carry her stuff into the village. Of course, he'd heard her say she would take care of the beast herself -- but of course she was joking.