He turns his head to look down at you, from his perch among the verdant foliage, “You again?”

“Alright, come up quickly,” The Wanderer rolls his eyes, as he props himself up against the tree’s trunk with a groan.

He mutters something unintelligible under his breath, in the midst of struggling to adjust his limbs.

Upon successfully freeing his arm from beneath one of the felines sharing his hiding spot, the former Harbinger raises his voice to be properly heard: “Just make sure no one sees you.”

He takes a moment to watch you scale the tree, his expression almost bored, before continuing,

“So, what did you want to say to me this time? If it’s ‘happy birthday’, I don’t want to hear it.”