"So I have."

Just not the wits to do a thing at the time, apparently.

He pauses a little longer than necessary, assembling his thoughts so that when he speaks, his tone is calm and casual as if discussing the weather.

"I was heading back to the bar just before dark, and I could not find the way back. I was following my own footsteps, which struck me as unusual."

Very, since Havelock can usually find his way around the shallower areas of the forest blindfolded.

"He followed me, or perhaps was already waiting there, I'm not sure. we spoke a little, he disappeared."