An elderly fellow lives in the dilapidated home on the pond's shore. He's kind to strangers and will offer to share a meal and conversation with any passers-by. The fish he serves is oddly sweet but still well prepared. He'll complain about a local fairy gang stealing his shoelaces or other trinkets from his house. And he'll also mention a dryad he met once in the woods that he became so infatuated with he built a shrine to her out of stone. He claims the fountain there fills itself with fey-blessed water every dawn.