I think that's rather our mission. [ Will pointed out in a wry tone.

He leaned to the side to pick up his bottle of scotch off the floor. Unscrewing the top he splashed a healthy dose into the tumbler. Closing it back up, he set it back down on the floor, before sprawling back in the chair.

Though he was a small man, he managed to take up as much of that chair as he could manage, limbs going every which way as he considered the situation.

Because he didn't want to reject James' offer out of hand. He could imagine it was as much about settling a debt, wiping the slate clean to allow James to re-establish control in their relationship, as it was about helping.

As promised, Will kept this observation to himself and didn't even look at James, eyes down on the amber liquid in his glass, as he swirled it around. ]

Could you get me a rough run down of the terrain? This is the hogs' territory after all, it would help to have an idea of ... [ he paused to take a sip of scotch, before finishing the obvious thought. ] what trees are available for fleeing up.