Sunset Valley Wait for them to ask you who you know

He listened raptly, glad for the chance to learn, and when she took off in the direction of the trees he followed closely at her heels. Remembering what she had said moments prior, he nosed around until he found a bunch of frost-kissed lichen, grabbing it carefully and tearing it from the tree's roots to place it at his paws. Peering at it curiously, he looked to Muses, asking if her, "What use is there of lichen?" Tree bark, he though, he had a dim idea of its usefulness, but lichen, at the moment, escaped him.