"So, you might be wondering why I'm here…"
Lucian was currently inside a cage, and unlike the last time he was in it — he was not there voluntarily. He was currently confined in some sort of small wooden box made of branches, and as if that wasn't enough, he was also hanging by his neck, while the cage was hanging by a tree right in the center of a town made entirely of trees.
The walls were trees, the houses were trees that were already in the shape of a house; hollow inside, which seemed very convenient if anything. There were absolutely no signs of any carpentry here, every seemed to have been laid out seamlessly — even the cage he was being confined to seemed like it grew out like that from whatever tree or plant they got it from.
"...And you might be wondering where I am," Lucian whispered to no one in particular, "But I am currently somewhere on the shell of the Verdant Turtle."
