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[treeshepherd]

  [There is a sound halfway between the creak of ancient wood and a sigh.]

Hrooom.

The trees are young, here.  They sing to me, but they do not know much of this world.  Hoom, they remind me of groves I knew long ago.  Ah, the willows of Tasarinan in the Spring.  They were lovely when I walked among them.

Hm, but this is no time for an old Ent's memories.  Come.  Tell me what news you have of this world.

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[inafadingcrown]

[Answer: You forget that he's not larger than most trees because you wrote the last tag with a headache, hahaha. Excellent. She'll just make her way towards him and raise her hand in greeting.]

Fangorn. It is strange indeed to see you so far from your flock.

[treeshepherd]

[He bows to her in return.]

Strange. Yes. That is a good word for it. Much has become strange in recent times.

[inafadingcrown]

Moreso here, perhaps, than in our own world. I need not tell you some magic is at work here, I am sure, though what manner is beyond my ken.

[treeshepherd]

Some magic, yes. Not wizards. The ones in our world have other concerns for now. But some strange magic.