Literally. [He glowers over his shoulder at them and they twitch a little-- he flinches. Shit hurts.]

Ehh, I'll be fine. I'm just kind of a pansy that stays inside most of the time so the barefoot forest thing is a pain in the neck. ...or foot, as it were. [The world around him shifts as he stands up again with his journal. He looks one way, then the next, and holds up the journal in the direction of the second.] That looks vaguely more village-ish than the mountains, so I guess I'm going that way.