The Dreamer's POV - Chapter 190 Planned End

... , almost in the form of a chuckle.

It belonged to Fitz, who was currently seated on the ruined earth. If he was to say, his buttocks itched him a little, and he was a little sore, but beggers couldn't be choosers.

As for the one he was talking to…

"WEEEEEELLL… I DON'T KNOWWWWW…" The Whispering Treant growled.

The unusually massive creature was currently seated beside Fitz, and they both seemed to be in too much of a friendly dialogue for parties meant to be enemie ...