[ Lancelot nods agreement studying the map, then finally lifts a hand to gesture at the Great Greenwood. Where they are. He frowns, drops his hand and glances back out into it. ]

The forest here is... alive. Can you feel it? Not only alive as any trees and flowers should be, but... it has a presence.

[ He looks back up, studies Flora. ]

I wonder if it might be negotiated with. If we can help it we should not hinder our own, if we could find a way to make it recognise intruders... those who wish us harm.