Woodland Wanderabout

Naren gave a small hrrumf at Akeme's words, still somewhat discontent. He did not like to think himself easily bought, although perhaps that was a little distortion of the truth. He was egotistical, but not above putting that aside eventually for some other favour. Briefly. He'd return to it later, to mull over later. But, her apology seemed sincere.
"Your apology is accepted." If only for his starving stomach. Oh, what a base fool you are, he chastised himself, to be so swayed by mortal requirements.

"Where are we headed to, as you know this place better than I?" he asked as they emerged from the forest road to the village edges, upon them barely steps from the trees, it seemed. It wasn't somewhere that particularly encroached on the landscape around; if Naren paused to think about it, the sort of village he preferred, in-tune with nature. The houses were squat wooden affairs, the thatched rooftops green with moss and bracken sprouting along the edges of buildings. Chickens roamed across the track that ran through the centre of the place, scratching at the dirt underneath a cart, squawking when a child ran to pester them.
Oh, what a quaint life to eke out down here in the south. How utterly boring. But, Naren would be well received her, no doubt.