Though he'd grown wiser with age, having this youth again, having his abilities back - it made him more likely to take those challenges and run with them. So he did. He bounced from the limb he stood on to the next higher up, and then again, and again. It was only when the next branch gave a little under his foot that he wavered, slightly more than halfway up the tree. That was when he paused and had to consider if he'd gone past the point of wisdom. He cast his gaze to the next tree, and another, to see if their branches would be wider and more sturdy.

And to his eye, less trained by trees and more trained by stone and jutting beams, he saw nothing that he would immediately trust.