Zed likes this forest. It's dark and comfortable, and the whispers don't seem to bother him at all. He somehow manages to stand out in the darkness far too relaxed in his princely getup, followed around by that strange light in the sky that won't leave him alone. But he's got his hands in his pockets, and he's walking through there like he doesn't give a crap about who or what might find him. "So what are you looking for?" He's not looking at James, but it's clear he suspect someone or something's in the area.