[In the crow's eye, Detritus can be seen peering dubiously at his arm, brow furrowed in thought.]

Nah, it still aren't green.

...Anybody know what dat fellow was going on about?

[Detritus is out stomping through the woods, his massive crossbow resting over one shoulder. Something seems to be puzzling him. (Granted, many things puzzle Detritus, particularly when the weather's warm. He's a little slow on the uptake.) He's talking mostly to himself, and hasn't noticed that the crow is recording.]So... you go off in one ( Read more... )