Tara paused, squinting at the unusual tree before them.  The failing light made it hard to make out the details... but where those carvings?  And if so, who carved them?  Tara circled around the tree, looking it over curiously.  Something about it seemed almost unnatural and she wondered if the tree had some significance that she should know about.  Maybe some story or tale she'd heard before?<br/><br/>After a moment, she shrugged her slender shoulders, turning to face Esme.  "Well, all things being equal, this seems like as good a place as any to camp for the night..." Tara suggested.  She really did want to rest, to refocus her energy in case she needed to use her powers on the morrow.