"My dear Toeto," says "Harold," gesturing with his stick, "It was very cruel of you to keep these troubles of yours from us when we have been dealing with mere trivialities like dead young nobles and haunted fortresses and such. It bespeaks a most distressing lack of trust in your friends, no? Well, we shall certainly want more details. Just how, er, swampy is this Great Swamp? Shall we need any special footwear? One must have it specially made, you know, because of the shape of one's feet..." The kenku continues to harangue her as he follows her out of the tavern.