Evidently the young lady had an abundance of curiosity and could not help herself from asking for clarity, even though he'd already brushed it off. For one odd moment, she reminded him ever so slightly of his small daughter.

"Merely that the trees around here have more character than one would expect", he replied darkly, which just about covered it. Trees were alive in a most literal sense, yes, but less so than humans. But some of these ones seemed to whisper and swish at will. Perhaps the one with the malicious branch had decided Djura should have this chance encounter.

"I will be on my way, miss", he bid his farewells at last, tipping his hat to her. "I will have this washed and posted back to you", he raised his injured arm to indicate the handkerchief that was hers. "Pray, what is your name? I am Crossridge."

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