Sun Mote Copse Boombastic

Even if Penn didn't have a concussion, he likely still would've been interested to see just what Wraen had in store with the pelt. He didn't really believe she could make pelts fly, but he wasn't going to discount the theory completely just yet. Odd, magical things just seemed to happen around Wraen. He hadn't forgotten the thing that had fallen from the sky that they'd drowned together. A teensy part of him even still believed in dragons, though that was more because he wanted them to be real than because he really thought they were.

"In the Copse? Eh," Penn answered with a shrug that made him wince--darn head ache, where had that come from? "We mostly have lumpy terrain. Not exactly even, but not that big of a difference as far as elevation goes. Not unless you want to go further in towards the mountainside. We could probably find some higher ledges that-a-ways." He shrugged, unable to find any hope for the situation even though his suggestion had been a perfectly reasonable one. His circuits weren't really firing together just yet.