Young Nicholai

*A young man sits beneath a great oak tree, watching the evening set in. His companions are gone for the moment, although their belongings are all tucked between the great roots where he now sits, looking a little lonely. As you approach, he clears his throat and puts on a smile* Hail and well met stranger! I'm just waiting for my friends... did you have any water you can spare? I'm out and I'm parched. *He tugs at his collar*