"It was." The serpent answered, awake now and amused with how startled the tall elf had been when he’d spoken a moment before. He did not know this elf and, thus, felt no need to hide his voice for fear of recognition. “You would have said likewise if you woke to someone poking at you with a twig." He added in a mutter, slowly shifting his long body to begin slithering out of the bag.
Sluggish he was still, cool of body, and though he disliked the brightness of the sun at times the warmth was needed. After removing himself from the bag the snake slithered up to find a nice place to bask while the conversation continued.
Finrod still felt silly as he stood there, looking at the snake as though it had sprouted wings. "I must say, one does not often meet a talking snake!”
He wondered vaguely if someone was playing a trick on him - after all, if animals were known to speak surely he’d have found out about it by now! But then, this could be an isolated incident. He resisted the urge to grab some parchment and make detailed notes on the creature, reserving judgement until he’d investigated more. He still wasn’t sure this was not an elaborate jest.