"Get in!" ordered their Wood Elf jailor.
"Hey, don't we get a phone call or a last meal or a lawyer at least?" asked Eric more than a little concerned with their accomodations.
"How about room service?" chimed in Presto.
"How about doing what you are told, before I use you for target practice!?!" sneered the Wood Elf sinisterly, "NOW, GET IN!"
Fairalin rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath "Mortals!" She flew closer to one of the trees and asked politly "May I?" When it didn't answer she studied it closer and her eyes widened "It's dead! They're all dead trees!" she shouted.
One of the gaurds yelled "Be quiet!" and shoved her in. She gave a tiny shriek as she was catapluted in and barely managed to stop herself. Reaching out quickly with her magic she wove a protection spell as best she could around each of the YoungOnes. She managed as best she could in her hurry and set a "This is mine, stay away!" sort of warning but it would have to do, the tree was closing around her. 'Please!' she prayed in her mind 'Please whoever's listening! Let EVERYONE on our side be okay! I don't even know why I'm doing this!! I must be crazy!'
With The Young Ones inside, the trees resealed their entrances so completely that it was as if they had never been opened.
"Such is the fate of all who dare to defy us!" said the Wood Elven jailor definitively as he and his men took up guard positions around the Trees of Woe!
