Indeed. There are those who have been here since the Groves founding... which is far much longer a time than even you and I have walked Earthbread for. These we may consider Gods - Witches - though they themselves would deny such titles, mayhap with the exception of the forest deity.

[ He finally stops distracting himself by stuffing food stuffs into a basket and sighs, turning to look at his friend. Standing there so dutifully, listening to his friend dump information onto him without so much as a complaint or a question. He offers him a smile, apologetic. ]

I'm sorry, my friend, I know this must be quite confusing... and I have barely given you room for thought before whisking you away in my wake.

[ He just... wants to get him home. Secure. Safe. Before anything happens. ]