Tuo's wagon is evidently interesting to someone. Or several someones, as the case may be.

"Never seen a cart like this before." The wary observation comes from one rough-looking soldier who is prowling around the outside of the brilliantly coloured wagon a bit like a stray dog. Around him, two or three of his fellows have gotten into their cups a bit early today, which explains why they've decided that the best way to spend their afternoon is through antagonizing the eccentric skald who lives alone on the outskirts of the village.

They have formed a semi-circle around the foreigner in question, who stands very still under their scrutiny with his chin slightly raised, his lips pursed into a mocking sort of smirk. When one of the men prowls up into his personal space and sneers, "Where is it you're from anyway, friend?" Tuo's smirk only widens.

"My, that is personal," he replies slyly. "And here you and I haven't even been introduced."