It's too bad about the snowfall, but some of the mushrooms Finian spotted the other day and has intended to come back for should still be there, hopefully not yet killed by the cold. It's for this reason that he's in the woods, all dressed up in his winter cloak and hood, and it's in stopping where he remembers the mushrooms being to dig through the snow that he notices something that wasn't there before: a wagon, with a person in the door.

"Hail," he says, straightening up with a wave of his gloved hand, "sorry, didn't realize there'd be someone here."