High in the air, Isilra stared at Orion's back. She simply couldn't process how the polite, humble man from before had suddenly become so arrogant and domineering. The personality shift gave her whiplash.
"Go back, Isilra," the Tree of Life's voice rumbled from behind her. "The Wood Elves and I cannot be separated, no more than the Moonwell can be from Staghelm City. Give Gima my regards. Tell her an old friend misses her."
Isilra pulled her gaze away from Orion and looked at the Tree, opening her mouth to speak but finding no words.
"Remember why you came north, Isilra," the Tree's voice grew more distant. In the last few moments, it had established a special connection with the Moonwell in Staghelm City, getting a full briefing on the current state of the Silverwood Realm. It was from this exchange that the Tree learned just how powerful the Champions Alliance was, boasting several demigods among its ranks.
