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Message: <blockquote data-quote="FitzTheRuke" data-source="post: 9740603" data-attributes="member: 59816">Team CavesThe writhing Treant visibly calmed as Torhak sang a song in old elvish. It swayed for a time, before repeating a few of the words in a deep rumbling elvish, as if it were only just remembering the language.Then Shamal first told his story, the tree's old man-like face seemed to relax its expression of bereaved frustration. When Shamal laughed, the face appeared astonished. But finally, when Shamal did a rain dance, and water fell about its boughs and roots, the tree sighed and said, this time in the common tongue that the group had been using to converse, "Hoo. An act of kindness? I haven't seen kindness in an age. And laughter - I remember when birds would sit on my branches and tell jokes to one-another. How they tittered. It would make my brothers laugh, deep and long."But then he twisted and looked at the other two trees, now lifeless and petrified. He frowned and said, "Or perhaps it is not so kind, after all. Perhaps a little water will serve to prolong the suffering of Ironbark. Hoo. 'Tis a sad day when an act of kindness can result only in cruelty.</blockquote>