Re: [2.07] The Hiddlen Grove
Falchos, the satyr, smiles at Elena's greeting and bows in return. "Indeed she has," he says, his voice light and musical. "I am Falchos, and I owe you and your companions a great debt of gratitude for your aid in defeating the scythe tree. I was gravely injured trying to defeat the tree myself, " he continues, pointing to a large pink scar of magically healed flesh along his side.
Tiressia steps forward, her eyes shining with gratitude. "We cannot thank you enough for your help," she says. "Without you, we would have been doomed. The forest owes you a great debt, and we will always be in your debt."
As she speaks, the forest around them seems to grow even greener, and the birdsong becomes even more joyful. It's as if the entire natural world is celebrating their victory.
Falchos places a hand on Tiressia's shoulder. "And we, too, are grateful," he says, his voice softening. "We would be honored to repay you in any way we can."
Tiressia nods in agreement. "Indeed," she says. "We may be able to offer you aid in your travels, or perhaps information that could prove helpful."
The air around them seems to hum with magic, and for a moment, it feels as if the entire forest is holding its breath, waiting to see how the they would respond.