Accepting the gloves and scarf gratefully- Ravenclaw, eh?- Miriam put on the scarf first, followed by one of the gloves. Handmade, too! Hattie clearly knew her stuff, and she had to say, she was beyond impressed. This was the sort of work that came from years of practice... in fact, it'd be a perfect note for her novel. Pulling out her phone, she typed out the experience in short notes - "Hattie, older lady, highly skilled crafter, scarf of various fibres, deerskin gloves".

And good thing she pulled the phone out, too. Dangerous animals were one thing, those had been researched and catalogued already... but the lore on cryptids! Quickly, she tapped in details as the strange man, Elias, babbled about them, drawing parallels to commonly-referenced creatures in turn. Pagwadijinini, mischievous gnomes, possibly akin to older fey-like beings in Europe. Widjigo? Wendigo, clearly, but under a much truer name - worth looking into if plausible. Bi-bon, Northern Winds, Father Winter... damn, there was so much this man knew! He'd make for an excellent character in and of himself! In fact, as she put her phone away and pulled on the other glove, she resolved to ask about those other cryptozoology concepts.

'Mister Malkinson, Miss Hattie, if we get time later, I'd like to interview you both more thoroughly,' Miriam requested, smiling under the scarf. 'You seem to have great insights into this area, and um, your knowledge might be exactly what I need for my next book.'