"Oh, I wouldn't trouble someone like that, it seems it would be kind of an undertaking. Is there really a big demand for wood here?" The thought just dawns on him. Is that even a thing?

"Well," Drift says, resting his chin in his hands and sighing through his vents.

"I know one thing. I want to help people. Someone once told me that helping someone else is the highest calling one can aspire to."

The previous owner of that sword he carries on his back, in fact. But he keeps that to himself.

"Which reminds me... how did you even get up here? That door is locked, isn't it?"