[He reaches into his cloak and pulls out a fruit—an apple, and that size and shape, but it glows and sparkles like a faceted jewel. He holds this out, not offering it to be taken, but giving Reyson a better look at it.]

I've got a tree of my very own in the botanical gardens, thanks to our hosts kindly offering me a little plot of their land to keep it. It's growing up beautifully! But I'd love to see the effect your singing would have on it. I'm really attached to it, so anything to make it healthier and happier would be doing me a huge favor.