Please. He's not stupid. Murmuring about someone being knocked out, the town talking about a girl who could hear for miles...and of course, the song he had been playing wasn't purposeless.

But he'll play along. It worked, after all. This man is guarded, he can tell, and it's not going to be as simple as the average human. But then perhaps that's why he's here, hm? A challenge? Otherwise he could have picked off a different villager.

Excess of time leads to boredom.

"Oh, well... it's just what I do. I travel by nights, and your home, it seems to...glow, somehow. I suppose it seemed a friendly place to sit for a time, but perhaps that was thoughtless of me. I am far from home."

He sticks out a hand, would-be friendly.

"My name is Kronid. Wandering musician."