"Um... I have not wings, mere wanderer! Do you see wings anywhere
on my person?" Penela boomed.
"No," you say, "but I would like the wings, just the
same..."
"Alright, who told you I had the first lot of wings?" asked
Penela. You remain silent. 'A tree' didn't seem like something a sane
person would say.
You eventually settle for, "a little bird told me." Penela
nods. You attain the wings and then...
"Look," you say, "could you just give me the wings?
I've had a hard day. I've turned up on this dratted island and had a
tree tell me to buzz off. Couldn't you just... you know... help me
out?" Penela is slightly taken back by this. It is clearly not
the reaction she has been expecting.