Cerul nods at the first question. "Just a slight amount. Mostly tricks acquired from watching her." She pauses as he explains. Daminor makes a disgusted face at the analogy. "I can't feel any of that... and I'm glad I can't." "Let me see if I can feel it, as well..." She closes her eyes, slipping into a simple, meditative trance. Her horse continues to plod forward, neither noticing or caring about it's rider's state. "You are correct... I feel something evil, here... it's old. Older than I am, far older. I can't place it, though, but you're right." "So... what? What does that tell us? The forest is evil... are we going to kill the forest?" Cerul glares at him sharply, he returns an expression as if to ask "What?"<br/><br/>"It felt like... it wanted me to follow it, protect it, but I don't have a deep enough connection to nature for it to exert any influence on me. Perhaps.. she was simply speaking out the forests will, angered that you interfered in the natural order?"