Lost in the forest for several months, you've stumbled your way into a long secluded and mysterious patch in the woods inhabited by faeries and other organisms coexisting in harmony. You're worn out, tired, and thirsty, with nothing but rags that were former clothing stuck to your body, heavy with dirt and sweat.
Work in the gardens in exchange for food, clothes and a place to sleep. Maybe repair some walls. Then, once my strength has returned and my debt is paid, I will say my goodbyes and go where fires burn, hammers fall and gears turn.
And I'll also be doing the blonde, if that is at all possible. She looks robust enough for dwarfish love.
