Attendant: [The servant stops at a small waiting room. There are seats lined against the wall.] Here we are! Mr. Zeno should see you here promptly. Feel free to take a seat as you wait.

Buzz: Thank you.

[The attendant leaves, and Buzz yawns. The boy tugs at his sleeve.]

Buzz: Mm? What is it?

The boy: What is a spirit creature.

Buzz: A spirit… oh goodness, I think you’d be better off telling me that! They’re um… those hands you said taught you, what were they like?

[The boy thinks.]

The boy: Always present, vut not seen in whole. They looked like hands, I think, made of tree. Wood.

Buzz: Wood, yep.

The boy: They were… at the edges of my eyes at all times. Does that make sense.

Buzz: Absolutely. That’s the Hands of the Forest alright.