[ His eyes follow Siffrin's gaze, too, up the rest of the tree. ]

So we have that in common, I see. Corvos was comprised of much fertile land, so I would spend my time scaling the trees or playing amongst the growing crops. Though that changed solely to trees when I was transported to Sharlayan.

[ With that, he hops off the branch and finds footing again to continue the climb. This is a memory of Siffrin's that he's grasped onto, so he doesn't plan to let it go. ]

These mountains of your were dangerous, I presume?