"Afraid not." He's just some ordinary guy in a hat with just little smatterings of a Southern drawl sprinkled here and there, chipping away at a tree. At least, that's what he'd like anyone to believe.

"You missed a little gathering we had, not too long ago." The sun hadn't set in a while so it could have been last night, but it felt longer than that. "There was some bathtub brew going 'round. Still have a spare bottle, if you'd like. Can't guarantee it's safe to be drinking but nobody died or went blind at the party."