This is not a good place to sit. He's gathering this. Looking to the left and right he peers backward. Lump of moss and wood? With a pair of eyes that stare at him and back away, "...Take it...easy. Just...trying to get the lay of the...land."

He backs up several steps, nearly losing his balance.

Firewood means fire. Means there's fire nearby, "...Please. I mean...no harm."

It'd be nice if I could get used to talking again. Figuring how to get this body to talk again hurts.