There was some pleasure in speaking to someone of prestigious intelligence, a scholar. The druids of Drake valley were tribal at best, limited only by foreign trips to settlements nearby the hostile region. "It is still warm, even with a cloudy winter sun the volcanic rivers keep things...warm enough." He sighed. "But who knows what else will come of this tyranny, and how far it will go." He looked up, and placed a finger below the birthmark. "Yes, this mark proves it, I am of their lineage, and I have offered my tribe's unique magic to help the cause of ridding this infernal winter and the demon who will conquer all, unfortunately, to my knowledge all of the other heroes I have heard of are dead." He said flatly, simply drinking a glass of water. The sight of blood confirmed his suspicious, but seeing how she didn't seem to bother to hide it and being a scholar herself how bad could she be? He knew what it was like to be ridiculed as a monster anyway.

"If you are here to watching the town, I suppose you have come here instead for the problem with the mines, a rag tag group of goblins that had survived the decades have taken camp in the mines and kill any of our miners on sight." He took another sip of the glass of water. "I was about to do something about it in the morning. I'm sure I can handle it by myself, but it doesn't hurt to have company does it?" He looked back up to her curious for whatever response she gave. His smooth brown tunic barely covered his pale hands or sandal wearing feet.