@Tarith: Gigglemug looks at Bishop then says in a hushed tone.

"Are you sure he isn't ensorcelled?"

@The Party: You trek for a few more hours. Ducking the massive roots that have overgrown in the area. The sun's rays barely manage to send a sliver through the thick canopy. Off in the distance, more growls can be heard.

"We should not deviate from our path. The Shepherd will know what to do."

You reach what looks like a large dome made of tangled trees, surrounded by the forest. There is no entrance per se, unless one where small enough to fly or crawl through the openings left by the roots. A large stone slab stands a few feet away from the dome. Like the two before, it is crudely etched and shows a large tree with a figure sleeping at its base. The writing is in Sylvan. This is what it says.

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Here Fell Fair Arrallae
Unto the Boughs of the Great Shepherd
Who Cradled her in his Roots
Blessed Be


Gigglemug ignores the slab and flies towards the root wall.

"Shepherd! Tis I, Gigglemug! I come for counsel!"

The floor rumbles as the roots that make the dome part ways, allowing an entrance.

"See? I knew he'd be here! Let's make haste!"