“I am indeed travelling with the caravan” beams Henry Studley to Simon “Got a new job, keeping the wagons rolling - let me tell you, the silent forest, it’s not a good place. It looks normal, better than normal, it’s like the best woods you’ve ever been in, the trees are tall and straight, fruit grows in abundance, and then you realise, it takes a while but once you notice it, you can’t unnotice it - there are no animals at all, no birdsong in the morning. The Exile who took us through on the last job, they pointed out the deaduns, any animal that gets near, they just die…” he snaps his fingers “just like that”
He pauses for breath, in the swing of his story, he’s obviously told a few times now.
“Same with people, according to the Exiles, they just die in there, nothing kills em, they just die! And that’s why we need the Exiles see, they can read the wind or the trees or what have you, they know when it’s safe to cross, without death. Anyway, last time it was an Exile woman, an Orc and she lives mostly in Ur-zitz but she took the job to navigate us through and she said that it’s the volcano breathing, every time it breaths out, everything dies - oh and whatever you do, don’t eat the fruit”
He screws up his face “Tastes like death! Trust me, I did it, thought I was a gonner after, that’s how bad it was!”