The tree lets our a great moan as Sinthorn strikes it with his claws, the scratches that appear shallow though existent. Beowulf is making good progress at the dirt though.<br/><br/>-------------<br/><br/>Nature reveals:<br/>This is a Diama Tree, not entirely unknown but rare in all areas save for Albeia Jungle far to the south. The tree is completely hollow and stores massive amounts of water inside its enormous trunk. The wall of wood around the central area is perhaps a foot thick and hard as diamonds. on the average tree though this one seems far greater than the average Diama Tree. This breed of Diama Tree may only exist in Cati'n Bru. This time of year The Diama Tree is normally dormant and doesn't tend to hold water inside for a few more months. when it starts actively pulling water from the air around it for storage.<br/><br/>----------------------<br/><br/>Elda looks around and sees nothing aside from her current companions. Gaven would see similarly. So many branches so far down block all recognition or sound of anyone who may be looming a thousand feet below where the rest of the party lies. though a great rumbling is heard from far away for a moment from below. "I see nobody... How high up do you think we are?" Elda reached into her pouch and drops a small metal dot down, listening. Several clacks, and roughly a thousand feet later a metal ball hits the ground at the jungle floor next to Atreyus and Sinthorn. "No bottom it sounds like... We must be quite a ways." Elda says, floating toward Gaven and sitting next to him. "I am sorry about last night... I made a fool of myself with you. Ever since my conversion to the side of purity I have somewhat lost my words with men." Now Eldamorea glowed ten feet out, her aura clearly good, overwhelmingly so, at that.