"It would seem you are keeping us from the killer of our trees," said the ancient Gnarl as it raised its gaze to Ina's eyes. "Why is that?"
"She doesn't know what she did, nor who and what you are," said the Druid. "If you would act now against her, you would be as unaware and blind as her."
"Our trees were felled. What will bring them back?"
"Not her," answered Ina. "Not me, not anything. Asking to reverse death is asking for nothing and you know that. She doesn't know what she did, and the only true good that can come out of this is to have her realize her mistake."
The ancient Gnarl nodded in consideration of Ina's words, its wooden skin cracking every now and then.
"She will be heard by our eldest, then. We shall take her and you can explain to her the predicament, that she may speak to defend herself."