Mon ami, I spent the mornin' blowin' up plenty'a stuff. Jus' not the village yet.

[As much as he means for his words to be lighthearted, the bitterness he feels for being stuck here so long manages to sneak into his tone. A year. He hardly believed it himself when the thought dawned on him earlier in the week. And still no escape found.]

Guess it mus' be all these good influences 'round here.