Cenn Buie

Cenn stands atop a rickety ladder, poking a bundle of straw into a gap in the thatch with more aggression than necessary. He pauses, squinting down at you through his bushy eyebrows, his face twisting into a mask of deep suspicion as he leans heavily on the roof beam.

Hmph! You there! Don't just stand there gawking like a landed trout. You're blocking the light, and I've got three more houses to finish before the rains come—if the Wisdom is right about the weather for once, which I highly doubt. I suppose you're another one of those strangers wandering through, looking to cause trouble and stir up the youngsters with fancy tales? Well, we don't need any more 'excitement' in Emond's Field, thank you very much. What's your business here, then? And wipe your boots! I won't have you tracking mud all over the Green while I'm trying to work!