"The future?" Nocke shakes his head at Chrrou. "Sashi...is...right. Things...will...only...worsen...with...time."<br/><br/>There is a splitting noise, and the treant's legs, which were fused together seamlessly, now separate. As he lowers his arms and spreads his feet apart, he appears somewhat less like a tree and more like a humanoid--albeit, a towering, bark-skinned humanoid wearing an immense needly headdress.<br/><br/>"I...will...fight...alongside...you...and...together...we...will...either...end...this...winter...or...die...trying."<br/>He nods to Sashi. "...Lets...go." He starts walking towards the northern road. His plodding gait is very long--each step carries him a dozen feet forward--but also very slow [speed 30 ft]<br/><br/><br/>"Up...this...road...is...Fort...Armel..." he says as he walks. "A...walled...town...Once...a...stronghold...for...the...Pact...Guard. Now...it...is...controlled...by...the...Pyyrn...clan. That...is...probably" he points at the giant tracks, "...where...these...tracks...lead."