Chrrou's answer came as no surprise; the treant had seen the giant tracks and suspected that they were of Jejuna origin. But hearing the mousefolk speak this fact aloud serves as a spark for the rage that had been building silently in the treant until now. He shuts his eyes and scowls without speaking, angrily squeezing the rock beneath him with his roots and shaking back and forth, showering those near him with needles.<br/><br/>Then, after half of a minute, his anger boils over. "Those...<span style="font-style: italic">vandals!</span>" he bellows in Sylvan, "those...<span style="font-style: italic">cowards!</span>...If I...had been...here...They...would...be...<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">mulch!!!</span></span>"<br/><br/>Then the cloud of rage seems to pass, and he grows calm. He opens his eyes and looks to the others who have approached. He stares at Sashi's weapon suspiciously, until he decides that it is not a lumberjack's tool.<br/><br/>"You are...from...the south?" He says to all of them, switching to the Common language. "Why...have you...traveled...here? If...you are...looking...for...refuge...in these woods, you should...turn around. You will...find nothing...here...but...war...and death."