Robin needs no further invitation. He plops down onto the floor with a sigh of relief, eager for the opportunity to allow the fire's warmth to melt away his road fatigue and the lingering dampness of his clothing. He'd given himself a once over in a river not long before, and though the bath had allowed him to wash away the worst of the road grime, he is still pungent and being wet never helps with things like that.

[color=0072bc]"Ugh...I been hikin' for near on two months now! Not really sure where I'm goin', though I'm pretty sure I'll know where it is once I get there."[/color]

Robin fished around in the sack he'd pilfered from the back of a barn he'd passed on the road, hand emerging slightly wet and clutching a somewhat overripe apple. He sets into it with gusto.