"Thank you..." As always, Sunleaf's voice is the whisper of wind through the leaves of her cedar tree, though the wind today seems to have slowed. "I had not meant to ask such a hard favor of you when I gave you that leaf, but I am grateful you answered the call... If not, my forest might have been turned to ash."<br/><br/>The wood of the cedar tree seems to groan a little, as if it was being pushed by wind. You get the feeling that this might be the tree equivalent of a shudder.<br/><br/>"Are you well? I tried to keep the fires down as best I could..."