You hand him the 10 TC bill and he eagerly snatches it out of your hand. His greed sated, he reiterates that if you go north through the trees you will come to a couple of forks in the road, which you already knew. You ask which fork to go down, and he clarifies that they are literal forks. You know, like for eating with? Poor people do use cutlery, right? Or do you just use your hands? He says he can never remember, because he isn't poor.

You say yes, you know what forks are, that's just a weird thing to be in the middle of the forest. And he says yeah, he thinks the Silver Siren uses them as bait. He just likes to phrase it misleadingly, because humor is based on subverting expectations. Poor people do know about jokes, right?

You ask him when is he going to stop doing weird flexes about knowing what mundane things are, and actually give you the advice you paid for. He rolls his eyes and says fine, if you go past the forks and avoid the Silver Siren, you will eventually reach a wall guarded by a talking ATM. It makes you solve riddles or some such nonsense, but you can bypass it by putting in the numerical equivalent of the word CASH. You say thanks for the tip. He bristles at the implication that he would tip you. You kinda hate this guy.