Rezo is paying attention in his own way, to the way sound grows muffled as trees thicken around them and the ground changes subtly beneath their feet, to the scents of the inn and road giving way to those of the forest. Things are easy enough so far, so conversation is not a distraction.

“Not very much,” Rezo admits. “I’ve made a few excursions to the nearest roadblocks but otherwise I’ve simply been gathering information about our situation. I’m thinking of making a longer trip to the scrublands tomorrow, however.”