Shakespearean English gives him such a headache. He will persevere, though --even if it gives him a slight pang, thinking of his erstwhile arrow friend ¹, last seen buried in the body of an ancient giant snake monster. "You certainly don't look like an arrow to me, and I know arrows," he says, gently teasing. "Maybe a young lady who has lost her way, which is easy enough to do in these woods. Never was fond of woods." He offers an arm, courteous. "Would you like to go somewhere a little more...habitable?"


¹ Debatable. He insulted the arrow 70% of the time he talked to it.