Caskin

Caskin chuckles, and says, "Perhaps your unique perspective is something the rest of us could learn from."

Just then, another briar scratches Caskin's boots eliciting a muffled expletive. Orcish, most likely. "I wish these bushes would leave me alone. Y'know, I once met a man from the Eldeen area that could wave his arms and make all the plants ahead, behind and to the sides of him shy away. None of this business of covering your legs with those fuzzy sticking things, or clumps of pollen; not to mention ticks and unsavory things of that sort. Beyond the damage to my clothing, I also rather dislike being the medium for sex between plants."