A young man heard a laughter throughout the forest and was curious of the source. It had been late at night, so persons being loud in the woods was a surprise. A surprise, that must be investigated. His attention turned toward the direction of the laughter, and quickly made his way toward it. He would grip onto a staff bearing a lantern and make his way toward.

The light of a lantern carried its way through the woods, closer to the meeting of the witch in a wizard. It wasn't stealthy, so it'd be clear before the bearer would come fully into view.

A young & short man, in a large cloak, with a tall hat that hid his eyes made his way closer. A wooden prosthetic hand gripped onto the staff he was leaning on as he walked toward the two. A silver bell necklace bounced against his chest without a sound.
He'd be rather late to the conversation.

"Hark, there. I greet thee in pleasant mind. I ask a kindness from ye folk, if ye be willing or able."
"Ye, do sound like folk of merriment. I wish not to disturb for too long thus, but may be needing of a guide."
The short traveler would reach under their cloak, and pull out a book from beneath.