"Perhaps the word you know is different from the word I know... but I looked like you, and the appearance the Wine Fairy has taken on. And yes, built... many centuries ago now. If I recall correctly, it was why I learned to carve in the first place... so that I could maintain it myself. But... things happened. Things changed. ...And hardened, dead wood does not heal. Living wood does." That smile was disappearing again, though he held onto some of it. "So a friend asked the ents a favor and guided them to grow for me what you see before you now."

Clearly, he was oversimplifying and glossing over things, leaving something out; shouldn't he sound a bit happier about it, given his amusement a moment prior? "I barely remember anything of those times, it was so long ago, but... I remember that I kept my appearance largely the same. The same shape, at least. I never really minded the colors. But this one is very much alive. And exactly like the one I sent with the Wine Fairy, but for having a mind of its own. There is only mine here in this one."