[His face colors in a flush, hands gripping at his baldric. For all it shouldn't matter, it worms beneath his skin regardless. He's painfully aware of his limitations, but neither is he as fragile as others seem to believe.

But there are at least two people now that don't view him as a child]

I'm of age- at least by my world's standards- it's just that I'm among the youngest of our number.

[Put like that, it's understandable, but still he chafes under the perception of being incapable. His pride didn't used to be so fragile]

..Anyway, uh, I should warn you there are undead wolves that wander around the farmhouse sometimes, and spirits that call out from the forest at night to try and lure you in. It's best not to stay out past sundown if you can avoid it.