Gods. Did he have to? This blustering buffoon sounded like more than a pain. And also, Rezo didn't raise no fool; Zel distinctly remembered being in situations like this before. Spooky voices, chance encounters, a migraine...

Far too late, of course; he was already there, just a stone's throw away with just brambles and branches as barrier. He sighed, dragging the heel of his hand down the side of his face.

"I'm not speaking for the other weirdo floating around here," he said, "but no thanks. That sounds troublesome."