Setting: An enchanted forest

[coerthan]

[This forest is lovely, dark and deep, with pale blossoms and little floating lights peeking from dark shadows, a mist filling the air, and a general sense of mystery and magic pervading the entire place.

And if there's one thing the duskwight, cave-raised Drividot hates, it's magical forests.]

Damnable trees... [he mutters, struggling to bend aside shrubbery without getting slapped in the face with a bent branch.] I suppose that I can't just take an axe to them, otherwise I'll have sylphs or elementals or wailers or gods-know-what after my arse...

[And he freezes when he hears a branch snap that he had nothing to do with. Now what?]

Comments

[brushitoff]

[More branches snap as she comes into view.]

Wouldn't it be more trouble to use your axe? These are trees you're talking about, after all.

[coerthan]

[Oh--just a person. And not some forestborn who'd mourn the health of the trees, the way she's snapping through the branches. Good.]

I suppose you've got a point. No one has time to chop down an entire forest on his own. [He looks around the woods a bit wistfully though.] Even if I think we would be better off. Magical forests...

[brushitoff]

They're useful sometimes. What do you think this one is protecting? [She assumes it has to be protecting something.]

[coerthan]

No idea. [Folds his arms over his chest while thinking.] Portals to the void, ancient fallen kingdoms, the superiority of some chosen people--there are a lot of options. [His tone is sardonic and a bit bitter--he has firsthand experience with all of those.]