Running at a quick walk a scruffy looking broad man with weeds sticking out in all places of his clothing tumbles from the woods through to the pasture.<br/><br/>"Will you keep that nonsense down and put that bow away, what am I going to do? Throw stink blossoms at you!" he says in an annoyed voice while pulling said weeds from everywhere it was stuck.<br/><br/>"There are wolves sniffing round in there and I for one don't want to be lunch, I have to mask my scent with these wretched things. Now be a darling and get in that door before the catch your scent too." He trundles up to 50 yards of the place assessing the low building and the fair ones in the doorway.<br/><br/>"Look I'm Barty, you are you guys, we're all friends here. Now lets get inside and celebrate with a glass of your finest away from that creepy forest, I thought I'd never find my way to a clearing." He gestures with a rugged handsome face, eyes pointing to the side for a second, as if to say, 'there is no need for the bow, point it somewhere else and give me a break; this guys had a hell of a night.'