Jander took in a deep draw of the fresh Highland air as a village came into view. He knew at once which village this was. It was one he hadn't been to in nearly 60 years, and one he had not tread on alive for nearly two centuries.
He casually walked into the village, observing the people, making note of which shops were where. His information was correct about its growth in size and population.
Staring at one of the shops, Jander noticed a sign in the window advertising a music night at the Three Broomsticks. This would be a good opportunity to gather information that can't be bought or otherwise obtained.
Smiling, he walked toward the pub, noticing other people milling into it. Fortunately, he had just fed so if anyone touched his skin, he wouldn't feel as cold as usual.