Setting: An enchanted forest

[coerthan]

[This forest is lovely, dark and deep, with pale blossoms and little floating lights peeking from dark shadows, a mist filling the air, and a general sense of mystery and magic pervading the entire place.

And if there's one thing the duskwight, cave-raised Drividot hates, it's magical forests.]

Damnable trees... [he mutters, struggling to bend aside shrubbery without getting slapped in the face with a bent branch.] I suppose that I can't just take an axe to them, otherwise I'll have sylphs or elementals or wailers or gods-know-what after my arse...

[And he freezes when he hears a branch snap that he had nothing to do with. Now what?]

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[walks_the_earth]

[Ginko is so at home in the woods, this man sticks out like a sore thumb. He must be from one of the cities... no villager worth his or her salt would trample around like a blind ox, like this guy is doing.

He's close enough to catch the last part of that as he steps into sight, shifting the box on his back so he doesn't catch it on the branch he ducks under.]

The god here is pretty easy going, actually. You could probably chop down some of the trees, if you need the firewood, but I don't recommend chopping the whole forest down.

[Aside from pissing off the God and Nature in general, that is a rather daunting prospect considering the size of the woods and the thickness of most of the trees.]

[coerthan]

[When the twig-snapper steps into view as a single hyur--who looks unarmed, possibly a peddler from the box he carries--he relaxes visibly.] It isn't like anyone even has the time to chop the whole damned thing down, [he mutters, before extricating himself completely from the bush (being six-nine and leggy makes getting tangled in things regrettably easy).]

So, [Drividot says, his humor improving with the absence of scratchy twigs,] which god is it that lives here, then? SInce you know them to be... easy-going. [Not a word he usually associates with gods.]