[Brine]

Brine watched the faery speak, and sat there rooted in the ground next to Sorn. It was quite strange, and he felt chills creeping through his bark as the faery spoke of the Forest of Light in darkness, his home in darkness. Don't listen to his words Brine, spoke Sorn into his mind. Brine was unable to pull himself from listening though. Watching the faery, and sitting there silently for a few moments after the tiny creature had finished speaking, the treant said, "Perhaps you can find out our business if you take us to the city of the Shadow Elves... I'd prefer it be that way, since you're kind are known to play tricks upon creatures... whether or not they be of our race or another." A creaking could be heard from Sorn as he turned his head towards Brine, and then sat back in silence, awaiting the same fate as Brine, what the faery would respond with...