*Rezomael, the somewhat wizardly-looking human man in heavy blue-white robes and ridiculously long, wild black hair and a nasty looking whiplike weapon in his waist, unceremoniously coughs and speaks.* "Well, the land is ours still mostly in paper. We haven't really settled in, and were attacked by some strange tree-creatures earlier. We're still mostly in the process of exploring the area, but we're probably planning to stay somewhere near the lake."
"Oh yes, manners, of course. I'm called Rezomael."*, he says with a nod.