The traveler  was clearly starting to grow nervous. He could tell that something was wrong with the new appointed guide, they looked almost ghostly in a manner. He hadn't been entirely sure as to the cause, and hadn't heard the prior conversation between Viola & Matthias. The context was greatly lost on him at the moment. It had also been noted that poking into it further, might be discomforting. He did his best to refrain until he was directed upon.

	He would adjust his hat somewhat as he felt Viola's eyes look over him. A slight self-consciousness that his looks may be, 'rough' given his travels to the region. He hadn't exactly been the most well pampered about his attire, but it didn't seem too unusual. Maybe he had too many stray leaves and thistles in his cloak that had yet to be noticed.

	"Rizer-ku-ghol-berg"
	The traveler would repeat once more as Viola asked upon their destination. The village of Risserkogelen was perhaps only a handful of miles to the north, a fair walk, but no hike. 

	[hider=whisper]"Rizzer-ko-jellin."
	The traveler would whisper as he watched Viola speak quietly. His own pronunciation getting a little better, still not quite correct but closer.[/hider]

	When  Viola put on her hood, the newcomer would look to the sky and hold out his other hand. Perhaps it was going to rain soon, but it was too dark for him to see the clouds. Either way he would step closer to follow after the guide.

	"Ah! [b]Non ci credo![/b]"
	The traveler's face lit up in a mixture of surprise and fear, his eye widening as Matthias mentioned the Moonstone Conven, and magic tied along with it. He reactively pointed his staff (and incidentally put more light toward Mathias' face) toward Matthias. He immediately put his other hand over his mouth to hold back the surprise, and to also quiet himself from interrupting again [s](though that might not be noticed in the same way)[/s]. The traveler had found something, or someone rather!

	The traveler's eye would remain widened with a lot more confusion as Matthias' swept over the prosthetic. The traveler's face turning beat red, he was sensitive of such. Matthias was, very close. The traveler was fairly sure that this [i]was unusual[/i]. Especially for one who had been upset about their previous intrusion this was, awkwardly intrusive, the traveler struggled.
	
	[b]"Scusi!"[/b]
	The traveler croaked and leaned his red face back.

	"D-dear sir, I-I mean not to insult of thy intents nor thine character. B-Be it upon that thine act appeareth rather [i]queer[/i] [s](traditional definition: strange/odd)[/s], a most, ah,-"
The traveler's eyes darted to the book. He couldn't read it fast enough. "U-unkindly in tradition, to not request such approach. I, I speak thus that the wood be finer to admire in less, ah....direct circumstances. M-m-mayhaps in camped lighting, without immediate-" 
"Aiutami, Dio-"
	"P-please be upon ye to.. not? It is most unexpected, the craft can be better shown when surprise not upon me. My apologies upon ye should thine intents be for speech of man who lieth man-, I hath not suspicion of such but thine act is not...kindly thought."

	The traveler sputtered out a lot of his words in a rapid fire blur. Starting to sweat nervously.

[Hider=For those very keen of hearing]
	There would be a faint growling from the woods as Matthias' swept over the traveler's hand.
Definitely hard to hear over the traveler's zooming speech.
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[hider=Risserkogelen Unreliable Lore & Rumor to ponder]
	Risserkogelen a village of hunters, fishermen, and some lumber workers. There was probably a few dozens of persons that inhabited the place. It was a place on the edge of the massive forest, with the Crescent Spoon lake on the other side of it.  The folk were used to spreading and hearing tales a plenty when they traveled across the lake for occasional trade. There was only a single family there that were older than a generation or two. It was unclear, but someone important was said to have been in that family once: no one knew who that was for some reason.
	Oddly, some of the houses there were older the people themselves. It was little muddy historically, but there had been a quarantine of the village nearly a lifetime ago. Something about weird beasts, or maybe it was a disease making animals mad, there were also some harsh winters....
	There had been some recent rumors about a witch, or was it... a trio of witches, that had passed through the area. There had also been a rumor of odd faces appearing in the lake at night offering tales & weird books. In truth the village folk did enjoy spreading their tales of the strange to entertain themselves. Some of these rumors were half-true, some not, which was which was uncertain.
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