Walda ventures outside, knowing that a tent will be no shelter when Pellervo sees fit to strike. He's certain the older Lunar is simply biding his time, making his prey sweat, but, despite all his knowledge of the foe, he has no counter to offer beyond bluster and bravado...

...so bluster and bravado he brings.

"Afraid of tea then, are you, Pellervo?" he calls out into the night. "I wish I'd known that sooner. Would've saved me a lot of trouble!"