[Alistair blinks up the man who'd ridden up to him while he was poking around the woods, testing what he'd been told about the impossibility of escaping this place. He's honestly half expecting this to be another person come to tell him they know him but of course he doesn't know them because of things that haven't happened but they say will and he's just supposed to believe that?

But no, there's not a hint of recognition when the other man addresses him. It's something of a relief, so he's maybe a bit too cheerful as he shakes his head and replies-]

I haven't figured that one out yet. But you're not going to be able to get much further while riding. It gets thicker the further in you go.

[He'd found that out firsthand, being forced to push through thick brush the deeper he went. He'd almost gotten stuck at one point and after hacking his way free he figured he'd look to see if the vegetation thinned out elsewhere so maybe he could get through without having to find a way to shrink or turn into a mouse.

He also kept waiting for a tree to attack him. It hadn't happened yet but he'd learned back in the Brecilian Forest that those things could be sneaky. It was safer to be on guard, that was for sure.]