"Same as you, I'd wager. Just...woke up on the beach. As for the hay bale...." he trails off, sulking.

"I must've fallen in flight. Since I got here, almost any magic I've have hasn't been fucking working right..." he mutters, looking awfully frustrated with himself. But, this person's amusement is enough to make him sigh, and rethink his approach.

"Sorry, sorry. I don't mean to be so abrasive, but. Just feels like I have a whole farm in my trousers now, and it's the most uncomfortable thing---" he shifts, near constantly, just trying to find an okay spot to settle.