"If you would prefer, someone else can take point," Ignatius says, somewhat flatly. "My intent is to keep any of them from having the chance to harm you."

They are getting close now. Up above them, flocks of flying Wylderkin can be seen flutterings around the canopy. So far, nothing has emerged to confront them. As they reach the base of the tree's roots, its size becomes even more overwhelming. Though, given the side of some fae, could they expect any less?

"It may be time to announce our presence," Ignatius says, squinting up into the large crack down the center of the trunk. It'd be a bit of a climb to even get up there. "Anyone have any ideas?"