The fact that he was still alive was a surprise.
Rising and stoking the fire, he heats up some of his food for breakfast, eying Maxim curiously.
"You did not try to slay me in my sleep. Your mistress was killed by these trees which wish to stop us from succeeding. Would you like to come along and help me fulfill the mission of your mistress as a token of respect for her?", he asks casually, pausing to bite on some warmed meat and cheese.
The swamp seems to have taken on an entirely different light. The morning sun filters down softly through the trees, dancing on the water and illuminating everything with a soft glow. The morning birds are singing a chorus in the treetops and the entire day seems filled with a healthy energy.
THe road to the ruins stretches out before Pan, still held above the swamp on stilts. If the halfling was to judge, he had maybe three or four hours until he reached his destination.