"Jejuna..." the treant echoes Geno, astonished. "...The...throne...of...the...White...Wyrm...The...city...of...cages...You...are...<span style="font-style: italic">going ...there</span>? Most...folk...I...talk...to...want...to...get...away...from...there..."<br/><br/>The treant listens to Chrrou and Rihyan and raises his brows. "You are...here...to...fight! A...noble...fight...but...one...I....am...afraid...that...has...already...been...lost."<br/><br/>"The...Pact....cities...they....have....all...fallen. Jejuna...was...the...first...in a...firey...revolution...from...within...The others...followed...Enales...Samberdam...Lessine...and...now..." The treant turns his sorrowful gaze to the wreckage of Talloak. "Even...the...sacred...grove...has...fallen...The...northern...Pact...Nation...is no...more."<br/><br/>Up close, the treant can be seen to be disfigured in several places where blades, bites and claws have broken branches and torn away patches of bark. He looks to the north, towards the peaks of the Stalsis. "It...is...a...battlefield....now...carved...into...territories. Clans... ...gangs...factions...dozens...of...them...fight...endlessly...each...seeking... to...enslave...and...devour...the...others...and...take...their...belongings. No...laws...No...mercy...for...the...weak. The...only...order...is...the...pyramid...of...dominance...with...the Wyrm...at...the...top. All...else...is...chaos."<br/><br/>The treant looks back to the seven travelers. "Some...of...us...still...hold...the...Pact...in...our...hearts" he says woefully "...But...the...bravest...have...been...killed...or worse...And...the...rest...of....us...are...scattered..."<br/><br/><br/>"Nothing...short...of...a...miracle...can...turn...back...this...tide...of...chaos. But...I...see...you...are...determined...to...fight." He offers a gnarled smile. "...So...be it. I...will...help...you...in...whatever...way...I...can."