Laura revived one of the women. She looked out of it, with blank eyes, and only sat up unresisting as her hands were bound, doing nothing more than stiffly turning her head towards the direction of Laura's voice.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">"My name is not Sweetie,"</span>was all she said in a flat monotone.<br/><em>(Perception, Heal, Sense Motive checks, or further questioning, would be some examples of appropriate choices.)</em><br/><br/>Syra's investigation of the upper reaches of the tree brought her high up. The uppermost branches had been pulled unnaturally and almost straight upwards until they practically touched the chamber's ceiling, but she couldn't find anything else out of the ordinary that would suggest why, nor any traces of the tentacles other than some slimy fluids left behind on the branches and splashed on the rock overhead.