First steps in a new world… from the Orb of Chalar

As the sun reached its pinnacle in the sky, he heard the distinct
click-clop of a hooved beast behind him. He turned and caught
a glimpse of an approaching wagon which was drawn by a gray
long-eared creature. A robust plainly dressed man was seated
upon the wagon. The wagon was laden with luscious fruits and
vegetables. The farmer looked quizzically at the youth. The young
sorcerer clutched the staff that he carried as the peasant began
to speak. This enabled the youth to understand the speech of the
wagon rider.
“Where are you off to, stranger?” the rider asked.
“To the mountains,” the youth answered.
“Do you have business with the Dwarves?” the rider questioned.
He added, “A man must be ready to barter with the greedy little folk.
I don’t see anything that you carry that would interest them.”
“I do not seek Dwarves,” the youth answered.
He did not want to admit that he was not familiar with
“Dwarves.”
“Then you must be seeking Lyndyn. I can carry you part way
there with old Roscoe’s help,” the huge man jovially replied.
The youth did not understand why the “man” was so friendly and
why he would offer his help.
He kept up his guard as he answered, “Who is Roscoe?”
The farmer roared and laughed. “Roscoe, my lad, is my mule.
Where are you from?”