You must have been too fidgety. Mr. Hill muttered under his breath.
"This is my Forest Array, and it contains Treants," said Hill, his head aching. "Don't lay a finger on the trees!"
"Alright. I just thought this twig looked nice and wanted to snap one off," Old Cat defended. "It won't happen again, I'll let them know."
He peeked around the small square, "Is all this caution really necessary?"
"Snow Cloud Peak will send stuff from the Demon there," Hill explained. "I need to take some precautions."
"What about me?"
"If you're free lately, just stay in the Church. I've arranged an office for you with List," Hill instructed. "After the Undead Tribe arrives, if there's anything, you and List will discuss and deal with it.
There are many things that List can't understand because of the way the Undead Tribe thinks, and you'll need to help explain."
"Stupid thoughts, no need to understand them! Why bother with them?" Old Cat said instinctively.
