"How impressive!" replied Paldo joyously. He himself was a practiced chef and maker of fine foods, from basic stews to wondrous pastries- but never before had he met an individual with such a fine sense for food, apart from his father. He tugged the drawstring of his nut bag and hung it back on his belt, clapping his hands together to rid of the crumbs.
"My name is Paldo Kempkin, fine chef of the Oktra village of Renéa, practicing magician and traveler!" He made a small and a little elaborate bow, though tripped a little and straightened with a jerk, blushing slightly. Any embarrassment vanished quickly.
"Unfortunately, however, I have not the slightest clue as to why I am here," he continued, his smile fading a little. "A tall, strange man- well, they are all tall, I suppose- picked me from the road and took me here. I would have asked what he was doing, but... well, the fear of height from on top of a horse is unbelievable, I must tell you!"
Feeling a drip of freezing water strike his forehead, he reached up with a hand and ruffled his curly hair, sending raindrops scattering. "I don't suppose I could have your name as well, 'friend'?" he asked, savouring that last word. He picked up the bottom of his cloak and wrung it in his hands, causing a fairly large puddle of water to form on the floor.