"Almost feels familiar," Mat muses, holding fast to Jesper's hand. His ankle's sore, probably bruised. That's just perfect for wandering about in the wilderness.

"Course, damn near everywhere almost feels familiar, in a fashion."

The familiarity of the unfamiliar. There were woods all over this world, and he's seen plenty of them. This could be any of them, or none. He keeps his own voice low, sharing Jesper's caution. They could be anywhere. Light knows what other dangers were lurking.

"Any idea how many of us are here?"