[ That ... doesn't seem to dissuade him from being curious about the dangerous edges of the forest. In fact, he goes even more narrow eyed and thoughtful, glancing over his shoulder back towards the dark underbrush. ]

On a scale of one to ten, how malicious are they actually?

[ He knows it's not a smart idea. It's not like he'd be able to hear if he was being followed in the woods. He's tired and he's lost and he's probably not firing on all cylinders. But they'd thought Cabeswater was sinister in the beginning. He won't assume anything. ]

I know. [ About the camp. ] I was just trying to get my bearings.

[ He was just trying to commune, Alec. God, he's an angry hippy. ]