You find yourself compelled to follow the enticing scent, moving deeper and deeper into the forest, until you finally enter the a clearing surrounded by dense trees and bushes. At the center is the Gloolia, sitting side-saddle on a rock and batting her eyelashes at you.

"Gloo...lia?" She intones coquettishly, as if she isn't to blame for luring you with her sap's odor.