Moonspear Chipper and Loud

"Hmm," said Kindle, seeing a few inconsistencies in this story. But he'd put her on the spot, after all; he would hold his tongue.

It was peaceful under these trees, though they were now nearly as bare as the ones that Kinusi had described in Neverwinter. Only the conifers had retained their full regalia; the rest were clothed in dull brown scraps. It would have been frightening to him if he hadn't seen it the year before. Part of him was still awed by the turn of the seasons, knowing something could change so much over time.

"What about this place?" he asked her, still meandering along at her side. "What's the story here?"