In the hills, I finally found refuge—of a sort.
The overgrown fortress seemed vast and may have encircled the hilltop. No inhabitants were apparent, and a brisk climb of the walls gained me a vantage point. What? Oh yes, I still felt mildly like a squirrel, I suppose, and didn't quite act with a Redcap's sense of dignity. [marginal note: does he ever?] Or prudence.
In any case, the assorted animated plant matter didn't hurt me much. At the time. And standing watch on the walls for a moon or two as an alder was rather novel. At first.
With the waning of the second moon since my arrival, my wisdom had grown to the point where I didn't ask his name. Again. Though the certamen was a cheap shot. Instead, I asked where others of our Order could be found, so I could remove myself from his hermitage most expediently with any messages that he might want sent.
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