The bell was ringing, loud and obnoxiously. "Ok. Calm down. There is a slight chance the hideous monsters didn't hear the bell. Their disgusting, fat bodies probably covered their ears in the rolls of fat." He was pacing around, in a panic, and then went outside. He looked down the street he lived on. A caravan that had recently arrived. They were currently unloading. "Newcomers. I'm not so sure if this is a good thing, or a bad thing. Why don't I go greet them? After all, I've lived here for like, all my life. Surely they'd like to talk to a veteran. I better get some gift baskets ready!" Caervon quickly went to the market, and bought the supplies for the gift baskets. He went to his house, and compiled the gifts. Food, maps, souvenirs. "Ok. This is good. Now to go introduce myself." Caervon exited his home, and strolled down the street, 2 baskets in one hand, and one basket in the other. "What if I give them the grand tour? Yes, yes I should. Though I should be wary, as the Hungry are near...."
Arriving at the caravan, Caervon saw many people, but 3 specifically that he thought were more....noticable than the other passengers. Unfortunately, he only had 3 baskets, so why not just give it to the trio? Either way, he did. He interrupted their conversations in a gentle way. "Hello! You must've came from Terrileg! Welcome to Wurthal. My name is Caervon, and I have lived here all my life. I'd like to welcome you with these gift baskets, and to give you a tour of the town." Caervon then handed the 3 a gift basket.