Bohdan nodded.  "I've heard about some of this.  The near extermination of the ronso, of course, was hard to miss for obvious reasons.  But what you're saying about the Macalania woods and the spirits who are supposed to live there still interests me.  I believe I know where I'll be heading after this."  In truth Bohdan wanted to get up and leave that instant, but he wouldn't dream of disrespecting his host.  He wasn't even completely sure what had suddenly gotten him so impassioned about those woods.  Sure, he'd planned to visit them, but they weren't somewhere he'd always dreamed of going.  Perhaps he felt as though the world couldn't afford to lose the forests as it knew them, and only realized it now.  He wasn't even sure what he'd do when he got there.  'Stop it' seemed like a clear choice, but he was already sure he couldn't.  At any rate, they were something he wanted to see, especially if he might not always be able to.

"As for a change of subject..." Bohdan had to think on that.  He had never been much of a talker, and while he liked his new host well enough and wanted to show him respect, neither of those things were enough to make him better at conversation, something he was beginning to realize he had no natural talent for.  "Perhaps I could tell you a bit about what I did before I got here.  It's not likely to be too interesting, especially not to someone who lives in a village which, as you said, is home to so many far better warriors.  Adventurers, even.  But I have been on the roads for two years.  Mostly just the main ones, granted: as I said up until this point I've mainly been working to get the funds to travel to places I'd actually hoped to see, but I [i]did[/i] fight fiends, for what that's worth.  Perhaps you could ask me about that."