You warily sat near the edge of the boat-like raft (so graciously built by Hickory himself) with your feet skimming the river's surface as you drifted slowly in the night. Your moment of quiet is interrupted, unfortunately, by Hickory himself.

"How ya holdin' up?" The country troll inquires with curiosity and a smile painting his rugged features. He can tell you're still cautious of him as you stay silent rather than respond. He was only just some stranger who was kind enough to save you.