“Yes?” The man said. His eyes remained closed, and nothing save his mouth budged from the position of thoughtful meditation it occupied.

“I was just wondering, sir, if you could give me directions,” Jarl said, craning his neck to address the man atop his rock.

“That depends on where you want to go,” the man said evenly.

“Hoborg,” said Jarl. “I need to go to Hoborg.”

“You must reach within yourself, to find that you already know the way to Hoborg.”

“I…wait, what?” Jarl said, cocking his head. “No, I don’t know the way to Hoborg! I wouldn’t be asking if I did!”

“Would you now?” the man asked. “Would you indeed? Perhaps you simply do not know what it is you know.”

“You’re messing with me, aren’t you? Just trying to shoo me away with a lot of nonsense?”

“Perhaps.” The last ‘s’ trailed off into a low hiss.