Dilandau's just inside the edge of the woods, collecting twigs and branches. His intentions are perfectly innocent, as he only wants to make himself a fishing rod, but that work will involve starting a fire with his collection in order to dry his chosen pole.

Right now, his basket of firewood is by his foot as he slowly saws away at a young branch. He's keeping a wary ear out, but the effort he needs to do his work is proving far more distracting than he'd hoped. He stops for a moment to rest his forehead on the trunk of the tree and catch his breath.