Photina bowed gratefully to the treefolk who had aided both in their fight and their need for food and shelter. Seeing this treeman as no threat, since it seemed to care for its forest and not much outside it, Photina spoke to him. 

[color=FFFF00]"Thank you, kind sir, for pointing out a place where we may rest up. We know not what happened to our home plane, for we awoke in yonder rock formation. We seek information about the plane in which we have lost. It matters not if twas fate or deities, but they must smile upon us to lend such gracious help in our quest to find answers. There may be some inclined to seek revenge, yet none have offered a name, nor portrait, to place such blame on. We simply seek truth and to return home."[/color]

	The angel looked around the field that served as the battleground, noticing how little it resembled the natural habitat it undoubtably was before the heated battle. Photina focused back on the treefolk before her and wholeheartedly smiled, grateful of his help and information so far.