Cedar Dock

You find yourself in Northwest fur-trapping territory, 1821. You're living in your house, which you've had for...a while now, huh? A couple of miles away, the trading post of Cedar Dock ships furs downriver to the ocean, and boats that'll carry your haul to somewhere that'll pay for it. You live your life day-to-day the way you always have. You nod to the man you meet in the forest, probably another trader. But somehow, the expression on his face when he sees you is...off.   He asks, "Are you ok?"