[It sounds like he has quite enough to compose a very moving ballad on the subject of, one which Silas may or may not bother listening to through its entirety before interrupting him with a pity-thrown cooked fish or the like. Honestly, no need to be shy.

But what he settles on is still right up his alley, and Silas is back to a self-assured smile.] You seem a busy man. [That's probably sarcasm. Cynric doesn't exactly dress like he's due in a court sometime soon.]

Well it so happens that now that I've been disturbed from my nap by someone trappling through the undergrowth fit to wake a bear, I've got free time. [Oodles of it. The forest doesn't keep schedules very well.]

Where've you got to be, good sir? Maybe I can make up for my teasing earlier.