[To a man who resides nestled deep in the woods, he is often passing through it and this time for the purpose of gathering choice firewood. He wanders quite a bit from his cavern to this end, meaning to leave the trees surrounding his home untouched as to continue to enjoy a tranquil sense of isolation. It’s towards the beginning of his trip that he comes across a half-naked man staggering through the snow – and with his curiosity piqued, he makes his approach, recognition dawning on him.]
...Ah. Spock, was it? [Such a pleasantly light tone.]
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...Ah. Spock, was it? [Such a pleasantly light tone.]