Flying close would reveal a strange sight; the top of the hill, unlike the surrounding terrain, looked to be dead and withered, the tree itself twisted and bent, a few scraggly leaves still clinging to its branches. Once she drew closer, though, a glint of metal would draw her eye, as a sword, of some kind, seemed to be embedded in the tree - it was hard to tell if it had been placed there, or it the tree had grown around it, but it was very clearly a part of the tree, at this point.