[ By now, Link is well-accustomed to making his way through unfamiliar places, drumming up cursory conversation with unfamiliar townspeople. He's shown his face in the marketplace, investigating what services the sellers there are willing to take in exchange for the necessities: a bow, cooking pots, building supplies. Fortunately, his skills can be put to good use in a place like this.

He already has a few tasks under his belt by the time he runs into Rowan's goats. The gruff yet friendly greeting pulls his attention away from one of the pushy little bleaters eating a bit of fruit out of his hand through the fencing.

Link straightens to his full (diminutive) height, wiping his palms on his trousers to be polite. He doesn't look the least bit put off by Rowan's much larger size and booming voice. ]

Not as far as some. This isn't so different from the villages I came from. [ He gestures to Rowan's wares. ] Your goats are hale and happy. This place fares well, then?