It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Keyleth, a half-elf druid . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, She and Allura head out. Gilmore and Eskil also bid them goodnight.
DM: Okay.  You cast the spell, you reach out and touch the roots of the tree, the roots of which have more color than they did before. The dull gray has become more of a full brown. The earth here smells of fresh, damp earth. The tree, while still in the winter phase, is definitely teeming with life, to where it once didn't.
Player: I reach out and I touch the roots. Can I just kind of feel, sense the arcane ley-lines that Allura was talking about that the tree's in the center of?
DM: Mmm... not really. In speaking to the tree, you can ask questions, but you're not quite-- you find yourself unable to tune into that or tap into that source of magic. At this place, at least.
Player: Okay. So I just reach out, touch the tree, and say, "Hey, old friend. How are you feeling? Doing better?"
DM: "Hey, bud. Much better."
Player: You're pretty cool, Sun Tree.
DM: "Sun Tree, A-OK."
Player: Hey, Sun Tree?
DM: "Yeah?"
Player: I was just wondering if you knew-- if you could tell me anything about this terrible cancerous tree in the Feywild, if you knew anything about it? He might be like your brother or something.
DM: "Tree cancer? What?"
