Baron: Ready for a challenge?
Ruler: Those White Trillium over there look a bit dry... In fact, all of the plants near the edge of the forst look ...unwell. Ah well. Nothing a good watering can't fix!
Thurston: My liege, you must come quick! The very earth under our feet seems to have split open. A great crack has broken through the ground, coming from the centre of the forest. An angry spirit has appeared, demanding to battle you at once! It was honestly quite surprising for my men to hear this being's demands.
Ruler: I'm not surprised an angry visitor would demand to speak to the ruler of the realm.
Thurston: It was more than that, my liege. This spirit claims it knows you from before...
Thurston: It said a long, long time ago... I have never seen this creature before, but it says it know you, "child-ruler of the realm".
Ruler: You remember me? How do you know me?
Forest Wisp: The forest certainly remembers you...it hasn't forgotten. The forest remembers all...or it did, once upon a time.
Ruler: I don't remember anything about this. The earliest I can remember is awakening here, in this realm, with the Baron barking orders at me as I tried to gather my wits. I'm very sorry, but I truly don't remember you.
Forest Wisp: Apologise not, child... All things are forgotten in time. List the forest will be soon... all things forgotten, all things doomed...
Ruler: Wait, wait, what do you mean doomed? Is something wrong in the forest?
Forest Wisp: Yes. Something is terribly, terribly wrong... if only you remembered...
Ruler: Remembered what? I'm so confused.
Forest Wisp: I am sorry child, but I cannot remind you. I must return back to the forest. All things forgotten, all things doomed...
Ruler: Wait, no, no doom! What can I do to stop the forest from being forgotten?
Forest Wisp: You must remember child. I am sorry I cannot help you more...
Old Thomas: You actually saw a sprite from the forest? That is incredible.
Ruler: So you know of them... surely you've seen one.
Old Thomas: They are legend! I don't think I know anyone who's ever saw one... except you now, I suppose.
Thurston: And me, Thomas! I saw it too!
Old Thomas: Well, I would say it's wonderful to know someone who's seen such a rare creature but the sight of a sprite means ill tidings indeed for the forest. Only in a time of great catastrophe would they risk being seen.
Ruler: They're not only risking being seen, they're fighting us.
Old Thomas: Something must be greatly wrong with them... I'll have to do more research!
Old Thomas: And just here... one more twist... no, that's still not working.
Ruler: What are you working on there, Thomas?
Old Thomas: It's a compass! I was studying that essence you provided me. It's quite interesting. It seems to have properties of its own. I thought it might do well as a compass. Only now that I've got it constructed, I can't seem to make it work.
Ruler: What's wrong with it?
Old Thomas: It won't point north! Which, for a compass, is a very important trait. I'll keep working on this if you're able to find more essence. In the meantime, can you show this essence to Ivy? I wonder if she might have any insights.
Ivy: Look, ruler! It's a wee baby sprite!
Ruler: A sprite! Thomas will want to see this immediately. He said they were very rare.
Ivy: They are rare indeed, but look at it! It's just so tiny and sweet. This is definitely not a fully formed sprite. I think it might just be a newborn.
Ruler: A newborn sprite, all by itself? That seems troublesome.
Ivy: It does indeed, doesn't it. I wonder how it got lost out here on its own.
Ruler: If you look at it, it seems to be trying to get somewhere, doesn't it?
Ivy: I think it might be trying to return home... If only there was some sort of way to see where it needed to go... Like something that pointed toward where this little guy needed to go into the forest.
Ruler: I think I might have just the thing.
Ruler: The compass led us here, right to this statue. Hello? Can anyone hear me? ... Nothing... No one is here, I suppose.
Old Thomas: I wonder if it's just a broken compass...
Baron: Come child, it's not enough to simply speak to the spirits of the forest. For a great creature like this, a hefty tribute must be prepared.
Ruler: Hello, Baron! I thought you might show up with a suggestion like that.
Baron: I mean only to help child, I promise. If the forest is ill, it means ill for our realm. The forest provides so much of what we use daily, if it were gone... I shudder to think of the coins you'd have to spend.
Old Thomas: Actually, I think the Baron might be on to something here.
Old Thomas: If our tribute pleases the spirit, perhaps we may get some time to speak with it! Could you imagine? A wise beast like this, possibly older than the forest itself! I wonder what it might say to us...
Old Thomas: We came bearing a tribute to your excellence, oh wise forest spirit.
Ruler: We mean no ill will, we only wish to speak to you. We fear for the forest after finding dark tidings, and we wish to confer with you!
Salvatore: YOU...DARE...SPEAK...TO...THE...FOREST? DO YOU...REMEMBER...NAUGHT, CHILD? A PRICE...A PRICE...MUST BE PAID!
Ruler: Thurston! Suit up now!
Salvatore: *YAWN!* That...sure...was...a...long...nap...
Thurston: We just defeated this creature but he doesn't seem very made about it.
Salvatore: I've...been...asleep...for...too...long... I'll...bet...I..missed........ so...much!
Ruler: Actually, we were hoping to speak to you about the forest. It's just, we're concerned and we hoped you might be able to help us... Err... what should we call you?
Salvatore: My...name...is...Salvatore...and I...am...a...guardian...of...the...forest. How...can...I...help...you?
Ruler: Well, we have been seeing some things in the forest that have made us rather nervous. A forest sprite that came to our home warned us that something was wrong in the forest. We decided to try and explore and we were hoping you might be able to help us. You're the first thing we've encountered.