<div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/3a/57/3f/3a573fdd471cef0cdefb67de20440cee.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">Terms laid out</span></span></span></div><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong><tt class="bbc_tt"><br/><br/>Mistress Paleleaf stopped at a large oak tree with a carved and cut door like entrance that led into shadows. Around the gate, cut into the wood was a script in elven that anyone with the understanding said </tt></strong></span></span><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">The roots of the earth open many doors</div></div> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong><tt class="bbc_tt">The woman turned to the group and dipped her head.<br/><br/>"It's home is the swamp. You do not carry all that defines you do you? Look around it's lair for things that may help you in it's task but do not remove something from him for your own profit and validation. He was born of the swamp and must die in the swamp. It has, and will be the way of things"  <br/><br/>The woman of the forest took a few steps away from the tree and gestured with her hand for the group to enter the darkness of the tree. A curious sight as the light that leaked through the trees should have illuminated the tree Paleleaf was gesturing to. <br/><br/></tt></strong></span></div>