Neverwinter Forest through fen damp and glade deep

The lad was dense, that was the immediate realization that clicked next for Dirge. He was absolutely as dense as a rock and as blunt as one too. It was a change up from the standard fare he was normally subjected to, even more so recently with the tossing and turning of heated emotions on the mountain. Dirge couldn't avoid pinching his eyes shut and letting his brow furrow as more words came tumbling about. So much for the solitude. The assumptions could simply draw themselves—he had no desire to correct them and had already begun to look for something of a hasty exit the moment his eyes had opened again.

”Ah, well you see, I'm perfectly capable of keeping myself company,” he started off, looking back the way he came. Seemed reasonable, but somehow he was certain this bloke would follow him to the end of the earth preaching about sticking together. Couldn't go that way. His gaze came back around to his unwanted company. ”But if you are looking to run a counseling session, I'm sure I could direct to you towards someone in greater need than I.” Like the nearest ravine slick from the last rain.