Finding himself just outside the mature grasslands and on the edge of the wood, Darius pulled along a small cart with a wheel that wobbled as he pulled. He was gathering firewood from the loose or discarded limbs that had fallen to the forest floor. Since the trees were considered to be as much alive as anything, the polite thing to do was to gather dead wood. Besides that, it was the driest and made it that much easier to burn.
His attention wasn't on his surroundings, although his keen ears were intent on picking up danger, he didn't hear anyone approach until he was startled by the unicorn offering him a cookie. A hand covered his dagger, ready to defend himself if need be. He stared intently at the platinum haired individual. "Is it poison? Will it make me gigantic or miniature?" there were so many possibilities and Darius was cynical of everyone.