Timothy smiles when Thikka complains about the people of Mystic Valley,
Oh, well yes, I suppose we do tend to get caught up in the quiet, day to day monotony of our little village, not that it isn’t unusual for folks to come walking into this part of town, with a wagon and all that, but you should understand that most people here aren’t outwardly curious. You could say we are even a bit guarded. It’s not an easy place to live, not all the time anyway, and most of the people I know here are either too busy to worry about strangers, or too cautious. Anyway,
He approaches closer to Thikka and holds out his hand to greet her, saying, Again, welcome to Mystic Valley. Our town doesn’t have a mayor, or a sheriff, but there is a company man here, one of the Weac people and his name is Henderson, he’s a dwarf, and he has an office at the end of the street. You might need to see him at first. Oh, a letter, for Elinara Nicholson, um, Elinara, the sister of that woman at Fort Horizon, what’s her name again, oh right, Milana Ke’uma’a. Sure She and her husband, Roger Nicholson have a homestead just northeast of the end of the street, about a quarter mile out. He’s found a hillside there with plenty of water, a stream flows right past his property, and he’s making a good show of growing corn there, but I don’t know if he’s got a long enough season to bring it all the way up, now if you ask me…