[Is that humor? It's difficult to tell, but Balthier seems to accept it as such, giving a bemused sort of snort in response.]

Well, that's one way to handle excess.

[Ridiculous. He visually picks out the path that seems to safely skirt the most recent trap, shaking his head as he ventures forward a few steps.]

Clear on this side, though given their frequency, it will be mere steps before the next. The brush here makes it a prime spot for pit traps, especially.

[And snares. And nets. And triggered projectiles hidden within the trees.

He hates nature.]