As Chrrou passes by the pine, he hears speech from within the tent of needles. It is a deep, hoarse voice spoken by a tongue sticky with sap.<br/><br/>"Tell...me...." says the voice. "Little...mouse..." Slowly, the trunk bends downwards and spreads its branches to reveal the face. "Do...you...know....what...happened...here? The grove...who...did this? Why?" The treant looks up at the wreckage. "Why...would...they...cut...them...down?"<br/><br/>The sound of the voice is partly drowned by the wind but is still loud enough to be heard, if not understood, by the others. If they look to the northwest for the source of the voice, they see Chrrou standing alone next to a pine tree that is leaning towards him.