I don't think it'd be any worse than the dead trees.

[ He shrugs absently, a small smile on his face. ]

... But I can't, since he's a guide here. It's really a shame. He probably took something from all of you, I'm guessing. He's like a crow. He likes to take things. Shiny things. People. Things he finds amusing... like a bird building a nest, or a cat after some string.