Lambert isn't dropping his guard, either, staring up at the tree warily.

"Well, if she doesn't want to be alone, she might be bringing back friends. I don't think we're beating them in a drinking contest, so you'd better get thinking, if it comes to that."

With their luck, they just provoked them into a direct fight. He looks around the group.

"Can any of you tell us anything else about this tree? How many fae are in it?" More than a few people here have magic-seeing or soul-sensing or whatever-else abilities; while they might not have been as much use at range, maybe now that they're right next to it it'll be a different story. Sadly, Lambert's got jack shit in that department.