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Taurl looked at the massive treant and wondered for a moment what he had gotten himself into. Climbing a tree was no problem for him, given how he was used to spending time in the woods and how his feet had toughened up to the point that rough bark barely bothered him at all. The fact that it was sentient and mobile meant that it probably wouldn't take kindly to someone picking fruit from its body. Still, his friend needed it badly, so there was no choice.

He squatted down behind some bushes and spoke to Bok, keeping his voice down.

"Alright, listen up, Bok. I can climb that thing and get the fruit, but I need you to cause a distraction. Once I start running away from the treant, it means that I have the fruit and you should follow after me. Understand?"