Nyrissa slowly, and almost reventially, approached the tree, gently laying a hand on its roots, as she drew closer and closer to the trunk. "She is very old... I can sense the power of the First World coursing through her. This is a very special tree," she said, in a quiet tone, as she walked along, trailing fingers over the bark. "Tell me more about it; what you know, what you've experienced... the people who live here now," she asked, keeping her voice low, like she didn't want to disturb the tree.