"Alright," he says, slow and thoughtful. "So we see what's at the heart... see how it ties in with the graveyard, obviously, that's the least-changed out of everything and it's always the eye of a storm... and then what?"

He sips tea, gives a little hum of approval when it's good, sets it back to the saucer with a click.

"And why desert to forest? Look, this'll sound weird, but it doesn't actually... feel more alive than before. The whole place is so soaked in death it knocked me on my ass, my first day, and it doesn't feel any better now. If it's spending all this death-energy on anything, I can't see how."