Birshia was, somewhat as the name indicated, a large birch tree. Although large didn't really do it justice. Giant was close, but something beyond that would have been even better. Perhaps gargantuan. Whatever the word of one's choosing, they all had to admit that this was one hell of a tree.
A hundred metres wide and growing tall into the sky, Birshia was a tree of the same variety that gifted the people of Heralry housing. The fine difference being that not one to eight people were living inside one tree, but rather dungeon monsters were crawling in the hollowed paths and rooms under its white and black bark.
'Hashahin likes those three colours,' Apexus thought, the green leaves of the tree's distant canopy blowing in winds too high to be felt down where they were. Night was falling over the landscape, but the group was currently brooding over the question whether taking the risk of getting in was even worth it.
