The dark-skinned one tilted his head at being addressed.  He hadn't expected - well, yes, he<em>had</em>expected to be confronted, but he hadn't realized how soon he would need an answer for his origins.  Saying that he had come from this very forest would probably be a mistake, judging from the fact that they felt the need of an armed guard, although it hadn't been a<em>guard</em>that had noticed him first.  He cast about for some possibly 'acceptable' response.<br/><br/>"Greetings," he said, taking that as a proper opening.  "I'd be... of a Path,... a bit... not for others to know."  For the first time, he chided himself for his impetuousness.  He should have watched longer - listened closely - learned more.  But, there was no turning back.  He grasped at the first place-name that he had heard from the caravan.  "Go thou to Kistr?"<br/>