So far he'd explored a good deal of things in the village. The books in the inn had been pretty interesting, his house had been comfortable once the lights had been turned on, and meeting people generally about their lives had been pretty nice too. Granted Nida still needed to find something a bit more substantial to do with himself, and thus he'd been heading toward the further edges of town. Word was there was a boathouse and 'fishmonger' (whatever that was) out in that direction. While boats weren't his primary area of experience he had decided he wanted to check them out for stability before getting fishing line and seeing if he couldn't catch something. He didn't want to go swimming again so soon.

Of course to head out there by the paths meant wandering past one of the last houses in the South Village, and thus being treated to a far off scowl. Strange how that brought back memories. Still, he let himself smile because training told him that a gentle smile was a lot easier to approach people with than anything else. Not too warm, not too welcoming, just... well, for lack of a better term, neighborly.

"Hi there. I heard the boathouse is further up this path. That true?"

No way he could know that Connor was almost as fresh off the boat, so to speak, as he was.