Tom

Hopping down from the centaur's back, Tom's smiling from ear to ear. "Thanks, Faraltesh! And everyone," Tom says, nodding to the other centaurs. "Oh, hey there Getty. No angry foliage here. Ol'pouty tree-lady, she's right done with us, I reckon. These fine gents here done gave us a ride on back." Turning to Allard, "No worries, chief. She didn't do anything too bad to you." Tom smirks.