[And Giles, of course, still doesn't remember a blessed thing about the Old Capital. It's been a while since he's been quite so aware of this particular gap in his memory.]

Wonderful. So it, it might possibly be a metaphorical forest. [And he can't even pick up a reasonably informative prophecy. That just brings his battered spirits even lower.]

...it has been, um, rather dry lately, hasn't it? Weather wise, I mean. I'd been noticing, since getting back from the coast.

Perhaps a fire, um, really is in our futures.