[Dictated]

[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.

Comments

[technohap]

[If only Henry could. But if the strange newcomer could hear the trees, maybe he could understand the growling Henry currently used as communication.]

[treeshepherd]

[He can't, but he peers at the strange creature with interest.]

[technohap]

[Henry peers back. The tree is talking. But the excitement is dulled by his current predicament.]

[treeshepherd]

Hrooom, so many strange creatures in this place. I do not recognize you from the lists of creatures I learned when I was young.

[technohap]

[Your home doesn't have werewolfs? Henry cocks his head in confusion.]

[treeshepherd]

Are you an orc?