As you venture through the remnants of the Poison Jungle, you find a solitary leafwing. He's working on his garden, his talons delicately moving through them. He notices your approach, and after a beat of hesitation, he speaks up

Did you need something? This isn't exactly a place you'd visit for fun- unless it's fun for you, I guess...

Without waiting for a response, he returns to tending his garden, his attention fully absorbed by the plants as if they are a safe distraction from the social unease he feels in your presence