[h1]East of Waterdeep[/h1]
[b]“I am.”[/b]

The loam surrounding an immense ash tree behind the duet began to rumble and glimmer. The soil mostly composed peculiarly of sand and silt bore a fiery radiance, with meager amounts of propagated clay slowly oozing to the surface, eventually masking three large visible roots, burrowing into the deep earth, from view. Soon, its bark commenced to shed in a myriad of slivers, allowing a multitude of ocular pores to be riddled upon its corky exterior. 

Next.
	Eyes.
		Emerged.

 	Thousands of ogles gazed upon the pair. On every branch, stem and leaf of the mighty, botanical monstrosity.   Oddly, with the surrounding foliage losing its canopy to the seasonal struggle of autumn, the ash’s verdure awkwardly appeared evergreen. Abruptly, the tree spoke once more, breaking the silence, but without any visible mouth. It seemed to peel away the mental inhibitions of each adventurer, speaking directly to the mind.

[b]“Thirsty.”[/b]

The limbs quickly began to quake, as if arms stretched out, upon awakening from an unexpected nap, yet overarching with an intensifying shade over the druid and war mage.

[b]“Thank you, daughters. Have you come for power, honor, or wisdom?”[/b]

[@Ms Ravenwinter][@corneredbliss]