"Uhhhh, no, I wasn't aware of that." A voice muttered, followed by a series of nonsense grumbles. The voice in question belonged to a young man, a traveller climbing atop a grassy hill, with a large glaive to help him traverse upwards. He had a large leather bag strapped to his back, adorned with pots and pans, a rolled up blanket for sleeping on and a magical trinket here or there.
It was clear this was some kind of adventurer, travelling across the plains south of the region. "I'll take a look next time I visit, but for now..." He lifted his head up, looking back across the valley of flowers, "I can hear the worlds call getting stronger. We're almost there, I'm sure."
The wind howled back in response, whipping around his ankles and ruffling his dark, brown hair.