The monk gives a knowing chuckle and shifts where he's sitting to allow for space to join him under the flowering tree. His staff leans against the trunk next to him and after a moment of rummaging through his robes a canteen is produced and handed over in short order.
"Slowly. Slowly. There is no rush here. I've a ration bar or two on myself as well if you need." He speaks as though he's well aware of the young man's troubles, though there's no way for him to have gleaned it considering they've not met before.
"This is not a place that is unkind to wanderers. You will be fine."
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The monk gives a knowing chuckle and shifts where he's sitting to allow for space to join him under the flowering tree. His staff leans against the trunk next to him and after a moment of rummaging through his robes a canteen is produced and handed over in short order.
"Slowly. Slowly. There is no rush here. I've a ration bar or two on myself as well if you need." He speaks as though he's well aware of the young man's troubles, though there's no way for him to have gleaned it considering they've not met before.
"This is not a place that is unkind to wanderers. You will be fine."