Wood for the Trees

"He's been standing there a long time," the man noted, shifting his grip on the box he was holding. Near the edge of the woods, a tall, broad figure was just about visible.

"Yeah," Korg shrugged, "he does that."

"Is he..." The man leaned closer, "okay?"

"Nah. Really not okay. He gestured at the box, as subtly as a man made of rocks could.

"He keeps looking at that spruce." Like he was trying to catch it unawares. "Oh, yes," he handed Korg the box, shook himself, and left.

Korg sighed. "Hey Thor," he yelled towards the woods, "pizza's here!"