The Mycologist makes their way to the dancing hall at a temperate pace. It wouldn't do to walk slowly, but it also wouldn't do to arrive already breathless and perspiring.

"Oh, nothing as such that I haven't seen, I suspect. I still do visit Evenlode and the Burrow-infa-Mump. My work calls me to travel more and more as of recently." HE sighs. "I suspect that the price of providing one of the best services in my field is to, well keep on providing them. I don't seem to be having as much time for my own projects as I would like to. Truth be told, these classes in redacted language I am taking? Mostly an excuse as to why I can't make an appearance further up the River."

He rubs his left forearm absentmindedly, lost in unspoken thoughts for a moment.