[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

[detectivegenius]

[Hmm. Creaking of wood. Talking about trees singing to you. An old sounding voice. This looks possibly interesting. He's never heard of a place called Tasarinan in his world either.]

Would you mind if I asked what an Ent is...?

[treeshepherd]

Hroom. An Ent is what I am. And that is a shepherd of the trees.

[detectivegenius]

You... take care of them?

[treeshepherd]

I do.