Maxwell blinked, watching the man walk away with a careful, uncertain expression.

"...Thank you." He thought. "Take care of yourself, ser."

He watched him for a few moments longer, until James had disappeared between the trees, then he turned himself, back toward his trap. Eyeing the gnarled branches him warily.

James was a strange man, but that didn't mean was necessarily wrong about the trees.

He'd finish as quickly as he could.