Ahead of them, where only trees should stand, a muddy wasteland stretches. Ripped from their places or shorn off at the roots, the sacred trees of the ancient forest have been dragged down and slaughtered; hacked into pieces for firewood by vile Goblins. Even now, the squalid little creatures are hard at work, butchering the carcasses of Loren's once-noble forest giants.
Sioned watches with mounting fury: Aeronwen's heart is heavy.
Both know that there is only one recourse to a crime so foul as this.