Baldwin slowly raised one of his giant stone hands and offered a wave back to the troll.  There was a quiet rumble of rocks sliding together which may have been something like speech but no one could tell what it was the golem said.  Angela turned, placing a hand on her hip.  A delay.  She frowned,  as she spoke. [color=bc8dbf][b] "Morning Hunts.  No, I don't think so.  Not the sort of thing Malcolm likes to do anyway."[/b][/color]  She was about to start walking toward the forests again when, as if summoned by his name, Malcolm appeared.

Poor thing looked ragged.  She wished he would take a bit better care of himself.  His human body couldn't handle a lifestyle such as his forever.  She inclined her head toward him as he thanked her.  It was nothing the literal least she could do.  Well, she supposed she could not have made coffee but...  Her musings were cut short by the troll and the ex-fairy beginning to bicker like children.  It was too early in the day to start this shit.

She rubbed a hand over her face.  She had forgotten about the new arrival.  She had not much thought about it since the last shopkeep left.  Angela decided perhaps she would allow Hunts to do the de-ticking.  She loathed it anyhow.  [color=bc8dbf][b]"Do you think you can handle it?  Nixies are awful crafty and violent.  They don't like behind held and they sure make a fuss when you take the ticks off." [/b][/color] She looked over the frame of the large troll and finally sighed.  [color=bc8dbf][b]"Alright.  Baldwin, go with him and make sure he doesn't hurt himself."[/b][/color]  She removed the bag from her shoulder.  In it carried supplies for removing the ticks and healing supplies for those badly infested.  She handed it over to Hunts.  Baldwin seemed hesitant to go with the troll but did not put up any fuss.

Angela then turned to Malcolm, [color=bc8dbf][b]"We'll go greet this guy together I guess.  We should probably open the shop anyway.  Come along."[/b][/color]    She removed the keys from her belt and approached a large shed near the edge of the property.  Within it was her trusty ATV.  She quickly hooked up the wagon so Malcolm could ride in it if he chose.  With out a second look back she started up the vehicle and sped away down the tree lined path.

As she approached the store she noted a pick-up truck in the lot.  She could only just make out the tail end of it as she rounded the building.  She stopped quickly and hopped down from the ATV.  The truck was a bit old but she sensed that it was well loved.  It probably worked very hard for its owner.  She moved around the truck and there, at the front door, was a tall native man.  Was this the guy?  She approached him, raising a hand.  [color=bc8dbf][b]"Hey.  Who the fuck are you?" [/b][/color] He might be the new guy.  He might be some psycho.  Though the land was supposed to keep those sorts away.  She was naturally distrustful of anyone who chose to be out in public this early in the day.  [color=bc8dbf][b]"We're not open yet."[/b][/color]  She crossed her arms over her chest and took a subtly aggressive stance, ready to punch the guy out if he tried anything.