[ Up on the wooden pillars, it isn't difficult to catch both the scent in the wind and the figure making its way up the path—and also not difficult to spot him in turn, if she looks upwards high enough. He's been wondering, a bit, who might show up. People who might've expected the cabin to still be here. Strangers who hadn't passed by the last time.
Stranger it is. At least, that's his first assumption. When he hops down into the snowy ground, when he comes up to her by the gates, he realizes she's familiar, a face he's seen not only in the dungeons, but also a name to put to it. Between Kay, the elf, the disappearance: would've been hard not to recognize her, even if they've never spoken. He hadn't planned on turning her away, but now he approaches with more interest in his gaze. ]
Exploring? [ Or has someone pointed her in this direction? ]
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Stranger it is. At least, that's his first assumption. When he hops down into the snowy ground, when he comes up to her by the gates, he realizes she's familiar, a face he's seen not only in the dungeons, but also a name to put to it. Between Kay, the elf, the disappearance: would've been hard not to recognize her, even if they've never spoken. He hadn't planned on turning her away, but now he approaches with more interest in his gaze. ]
Exploring? [ Or has someone pointed her in this direction? ]