You tell the lady about the thing in the tree and she smiles.
“Oh, so you met Herbert, huh?”
“So you know him?” you ask.
“Why yes, I do,” she says, “Herbert was a park ranger who was seduced into living in the innermost tower of Cobweb Forest. It is unknown as to what really happened, but now all he does is look upon the meriads of shining lights in that strange tree: he is still human, supposedly, but no longer needs sustainance. He gets it from the tree as if he too has roots; maybe he does….but he doesn’t need the Jewel.”
This was obviously the wrong thing to ask.
Perhaps something else will work…..
***This is the crossroads where paths are woven,
Now is the place of a road newly chosen. **