He'll leave the negotiating and whatnot to people who actually like talking to people. Tau knows where his specialties lie, and he has, in a way, his own people to address.
There may not be such spirits as himself here, but the forest still has its voices. It's just that not many can hear it.
"Oi, I know it's not much, but they've been good to you, haven't they? Better than those Imperial bastards."
Whoever else might out surveying may just come across him or...well, he's not being very quiet about it. But who's he talking to...?
"Oh, don't give me that, old man. Your roots probably go deeper than most. Bet you've felt it, this mountain's older than you. And it's not going to hold up long. You've probably never thought you'd have to see battle, but this is as close as it'll come."
He's...addressing the trees. And what might be stranger, you get this odd feeling that something may actually be listening. There's a stillness to the air, and then the gentle susurrus of thousands of leaves stirred by the faintest of breezes.
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Surveying the Area
Date: 2025-03-29 07:41 am (UTC)There may not be such spirits as himself here, but the forest still has its voices. It's just that not many can hear it.
"Oi, I know it's not much, but they've been good to you, haven't they? Better than those Imperial bastards."
Whoever else might out surveying may just come across him or...well, he's not being very quiet about it. But who's he talking to...?
"Oh, don't give me that, old man. Your roots probably go deeper than most. Bet you've felt it, this mountain's older than you. And it's not going to hold up long. You've probably never thought you'd have to see battle, but this is as close as it'll come."
He's...addressing the trees. And what might be stranger, you get this odd feeling that something may actually be listening. There's a stillness to the air, and then the gentle susurrus of thousands of leaves stirred by the faintest of breezes.