The network of roots paint a robust map in her mind's eye. The heart of the earth thrums against the soles of her feet. But the faint tremors she senses don't follow the cadence of the usual flow of her environment. Her staff taps twice into the ground, should it be friend she would expect to feel two taps back... yet the ignorant steps press on. How rude! Just who would dare enter the hallowed grounds of Gor'ohutl?

The Mainland was just beyond the broadleaf forest of Hozuhoh. There was nothing left for you back home, as time remained ever still since your birth. Even if who you are never changes, a new vision might heal one's soul a touch. The leaves crunch against your feet as the warmth of the light above dims to an ominous green shade beneath the canopy. Your journey comes to a halt when your vision is met with a stone-carved wall; draconic statues draped in manes of moss.

"You're going the wrong way, stranger. These lands hold no favor for boorish trailblazers such as yourself. Perhaps you should turn around before the roots take nourishment from your deceased body."

To your surprise, the voice comes from a woman sitting against the stone wall; blending to the ivy above her. She silently grunts as she breaks from the plant-like tendrils, tilting her head to your direction. Though her eyes have long been removed, it's clear she sensed you a mile away.