Braydon Neal looked at the old man before him and bowed slightly.
"Lige Guay greets Senior Tree."
Grandpa Tree, holding Baby in his arms, nodded. Suddenly, a table appeared in front of Braydon.
"Sit down. You're a guest—you can't just stand there like this."
Braydon nodded in thanks and took a seat on the chair that materialized behind him.
"I heard you came to find me to understand certain things?" Grandpa Tree asked kindly, his gaze steady on Braydon.
"Aren't you going to ask about my identity?" Braydon inquired softly, studying the old man.
"Hehe, I may not know your true identity," Grandpa Tree chuckled, "but your name, Lige Guay, seems false—no, sometimes it feels as though you're entirely false in front of me."
