"You may look suspicious, but you're a good guy, stranger! The guest room is this way. Feel free to use it."

"Did they just call that a 'guest room'?"

"It's the second largest tree in our village! Practically a palace!"

"…"

Bennett and the crow settled into the "guest room" the wild elves had provided.

Calling it a "room" was generous. It was little more than a space sectioned off by large leaves, offering scant privacy. Sounds and sights passed through freely, making it impossible to truly relax. If anyone with ill intentions decided to attack, they'd be utterly defenseless.