"Ah... yes, few pass through these woods these days that do not seek the ichor at the river's source..." Sorreau was extremely reserved in speaking of the ichor and of its effect upon her forest. One of her foxes nuzzled affectionately into her legs, causing her to stroke it's head. "Yes... and I fear the worst you have not yet even met... I feel compelled to warn you." she sighed slightly. "Do you know of Ents?" she asked.