"Unless it was all put here for them," he points out; Mark was one of the first through the fountain, and he hadn't any hand in building the bungalows. "A treehouse city makes as much sense as anything else." More, perhaps, when there are badgers with super-strength and deadly fungi to worry about.

Mark appears unhurt and in possession of a pair of shoes, at least. "The poles seem stronger than the planks," he adds, some of the floors and walkways lashed together like floating rafts. Something to keep in mind if they run into a water hazard worth the work of separating and carrying a section.

"How far out from the village have you been,?" Without roaming very far on his own, he's not sure what should look familiar, even as he gives Mark some of the lead before lowering himself slowly onto the walkway.