[ A farmer! A respectable, familiar sort. Someone Arthur could feel considerably more at ease in the company of, at least, than the other stiffer collars of the area. The warning does give him pause, however, and after a slow nod of acknowledgement, he lowers his voice a bit. ]

I been hearin' about not going out at night, but ain't nobody been willing to specify on what... trouble looks like 'round here. Y'all got bandits, wild animals?