He grumbles that information is rarely free, but just this once he will help you if it gets you off of his property. He tells you to head north through that gap in the trees for about ten minutes until you come to a couple of forks in the road.

You ask him which fork you should take and he just shrugs, with a smug smirk that suggests that you have reached the limit of the information that he is willing to hand out pro bono to random forest urchins.