Two boulders, the Gnarl's hands, came down, flanking Athyn. The huge elder used the giant stones as support to lower its head and look appreciatively at the Femage.
"The trees have whispered your crimes to me, woman of secret words." The eldest's voice was deep, primeval. The voice of wood itself.
Ina thought back to the day Kier spoke to the Shadow, and how they kept coming up with titles for one another.
"They tell me you wish to explain yourself," continued the eldest. "Please, do."
Athyn shrugged. "I come on behalf of one of the members of the Geheim family. That should be all the explanation I need."
The eldest shook its head. Small stones fell, bouncing on the rocks and roots that comprised the giant Gnarl's body. "It is not. We know of this family, the Geheims, but their relevance in this situation is something I fail to see." The elder paused for a few seconds. "Is that the extent of your explanation?"