"Oh, not at all. Come, Garahel." The mabari follows along, butterfly taking off almost immediately afterward. It doesn't take too long for her to reach the large mossy trunk, casting plenty of shade for flora.

"It was near the roots...." Hopefully it's the right one. Inessa finds herself wishing she had researched the local plant life before this expedition. Between all her other research, that had unfortunately not been a priority.