Perhaps it was because his appearance was quite pleasant, his tone friendly, and there was an adorable little creature perched on his shoulder, constantly chirping, that the person in the treehouse poked his head out once more.
The owner of the treehouse was a man of average appearance, seemingly in his early twenties, around the age of a college student.
"Hey, where did you come from?" the man asked cautiously.
"I came all the way from the north, walked the entire day, and now it's almost dark; I found your treehouse just in time."
"From the north?" The man was taken aback for a moment and then murmured under his breath, "Oh man, could it be the big shot from the north?" He continued, "So, what brings you here?"
