"I don't mind climbing rocks or trees, but a lot of the Sylph quests do seem to expect you to have wings." Which he's not sure is his thing. Flying deep gnomes? Ehh.

(Then again, Bel has them, and he's a drow, so who's going to stop him? But we digress.)

"Barcus," he says. "Barcus Wroot. Well met, saer--wait, Rook?" He has heard this name before, but never seen the person to whom it belongs. There's a momentary pause and a faint frown. "...have you punched anyone since you got here?"