"A cottage." he said softly as he guided Brogach forward, one hand resting on the Elk's neck. He hadn't expected something so wholesome and cozy looking to be where a mysterious letter would lead him to. Then again, he'd not exactly gotten a mysterious letter before. 

Many things that happened in and around cities were often strange to Calanon. He'd sometimes make short 'visits' by simply making camp near city walls and simply watching the way people went about their lives. But his biggest experience with civilization were frontier towns and Elven Villages. 

"Aye, been here for years. I'm thinking you'll like Mr. and Mrs. Carish." Salven said. He gave a grin to the Elf as they walked. "They'll answer all of your questions. I'm sure you have some. Even a quite type like you." Calanon gave a nod at that, and Brogach snickered and shook his great head. 

They made it to the bottom of the small downward slope of the hill, leading to the quaint front door. "Stay here Brogach. I'll be right inside." Calanon said to his friend in soft Elvish as he stroked his steed's neck, then let him go. "No need to knock, boy." Slaven said, opening the door to let him in. Calanon gave a smile to the man, amused that so many men called him boy when he was probably Salven's senior in years. 

Calanon strode inside to find himself in a warm, cozy home fit for a fair sized family. "It smells good in here." he said, his tone amiable and friendly. It was then he noticed Rayadell standing just beside him. "Oh, hello." He put his palms together and gave her a small bow in greeting.