A dense forest of towering conifers where the wind whispers through the needles, creating an eerie yet enchanting symphony that echoes through the woods.
The absolute shock on his face when he saw the dismay in her face. With clear, yet humorous disappointment, he says simply, "You know what, I'm not going to even bother trying to explain," walking away from the den, he keeps his snout up in a posh way, as if he can't bring himself to be around such a ruffian. The ingot goes back into the pouch as he continues walking off, "I guess you'll just have to wait and find out."
