Nothing special... nothing until she touched the tree, in which everything in there was tingly.  Interesting... but nothing<em>really</em>happened to her at all.  A shame; it would have been an interesting creature.<br/><br/>She glanced up, and evening was becoming dusk was becoming night... she could press forward, but traveling at night was difficult, even for her, and especially in the pitch-black underbrush of the forest outside of this opening.  It may have been a bit of a risk... but she figured it beat being lost in the woods in the dark, so she set out her sleeping bag, dropped her pack, bow, and longsword, took off her boots, and readied for bed not entirely unarmed.