By some miracle you were told by Terran
of his hideaway, and for some reason invited to
go there. So after many long minutes of walking,
you finally come across the small grove you were
told of. It's not giant, but it does have the
look of a small reading room with a canopy roof.
The trees surrounding the grove seem to
have formed natural bookshelves, upon which
dozens and dozens of leather bound books rest.
There are smaller trees that have grown in
a way as to make comfortable chairs, and a few
books even rest on those.
One tree seat, however, is not empty.
Emerald green eyes glare at you from a pale
face, the owner ready to tear the intruder apart.
But at the sight of who has come to visit him,
Terran relaxes somewhat. He motions to a tree
that is not piled high with books, then returns
to the one he was reading.
