Thanks for the offer... [He fidgets with the cloak's hem while he has it wrapped around his arms. There are many questions he'd like answered, but no way to phrase them decently enough without coming off just as crazy. Sure, some of them are obvious... But the others are more esoteric, sharing more about himself than he's comfortable with a stranger in the woods. Especially a stranger that was previously yelling at a tree.
Regardless of inner turmoil, he can't not say anything, so without missing a beat thanks to his wits:] What'd the tree do for that verbal onslaught?
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Regardless of inner turmoil, he can't not say anything, so without missing a beat thanks to his wits:] What'd the tree do for that verbal onslaught?