"Unlike some others I've met, I actually don't mind the forest. Or graveyards, honestly." Just wells. His brow furrowed suddenly as he looks to the well and then back to Elisabeth. "Just traveling. I'm a salesman of sorts."

"Quaint is one way to describe it." he chuckles. "Most people aren't named 'fairytale'. What brings you here, Fräulein Elisabeth?" Before he realizes it, the next sentence is out of his mouth as the memory that's been flickering off and on snaps into clarity.

"Not scared, are you?"