The three of them stood in the clearing and waited in silence.
The spiritual essence in the air kept growing thicker. At the same time, the awareness inside those ancient trees settled over Jared and Gwendolyn, studying them with open curiosity. There was no trace of hostility in it. Gavin had obviously already told the ancient trees why they had come.
After about the time it took an incense stick to burn, an aged voice drifted out from the depths of the forest. It wasn't loud, but every word landed clearly in all three of their ears. The voice carried no hostility and no flare of temper. What it held instead was a quiet kind of regret, worn thin by years.
"Human. You should not have stepped in here. The Sylvan Kin and the human race have long since become sworn enemies. There is nothing for us to discuss."
At that, Gavin's face tightened with helplessness. He turned to Jared and said, "Fellow adept Jared, this is Elder Cillian of the Sylvan Kin. He is responsible for guarding the outer line of defense. The Clan Chief should be here soon."
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