"Nice place you've got here, Cyron. Reminds me of home a bit."

Elbow leans against a tree and admires the detail of the wooden spade given to him by Cyron. After a while he turns his attentions to the pines and woodland all around him. A breeze sets tree tops and limbs to swaying and all around there is the delicious scent of pitch and needles.

"So why all the traveling, and what took you so long to find this place?" Elbow turns to Cyron and grins.