the monsters turned out to be just trees

hope keeps us breathing, just to kill us in the end

It was an argument he'd heard from the fae more than once now, and upon hearing it again the alchemist could only sigh with defeat. Not that this conversation hadn't gone more or less as he'd expected it to, but at this point, being thrown into the pit was not really what he wanted. He did know that the tulmhainar was nothing to fear, but that didn't mean he wanted to linger longer than was necessarily.

If Loren continued to try and persuade, he'd remain silent. If not, he'd ask the Fae to hasten their journey home by asking the Woods to show them the fastest way.