⚔️Serberia

-I see. Well, at least now I'll always have a smart friend who can give me good advice!

- I wish I knew... - Veserod paused and gathered his thoughts. - Actually, we went deep into the forest, and behind us, everything instantly grew into an impassable wall. And the ground was covered with roots that dug into our feet. And gnarled branches started appearing from all sides. They creaked a lot. And they reached out with their branches. One of them cut down a young lad, a playful one. He struggled against the branches, cutting his hands and face. He seemed to break free, but he couldn't run away. Something got into his eyes... uh... - he glanced at Britta. - And then they grabbed him, he fell and went silent. And then they started attacking us in full force. They slashed at me... You chop down a tree, you stab it, but what can it do? You can break off the branch-arms, chop it from the shoulder - that's about it. That's it... What else...
The hunter paused to help his companion walk around a puddle.
- Oh, yes... Many of our men fell, there were countless of these trees. But that's not all. I also noticed another strange creature there... Believe it or not... A Leshy! The owner, so to speak. At first, I didn't realize it, I shot an arrow, but he didn't even flinch - it went into his beard and just disappeared. That's when I realized that things were bad. But he didn't get angry - thank the great powers, - Veserod sighed heavily. - We managed somehow, we suffered a lot. I thought we would have to bury our friends, but the owner clapped his hands, and they got up. There wasn't a single scar left, not a scratch. A miracle of miracles... I've never seen anything like it. Eh! - Veserod barely managed to catch Britta, who almost tripped over a huge mound barely visible through the foliage. - Easy...
Having overcome this crisis, he came to the end of his disjointed story.
- Well, then... We see a king-tree standing in the grove, as wide as a house. And in it, there's a nest or a hollow. And a doe is lying there. Well... A young girl, that is - a child. Wearing nothing. And she's covered in vines... She's just lying there, sleeping, not thinking about anything, the silly thing. Well, we took her out, of course. We couldn't just leave her. Well... That's it. We took her home, and she woke up. Not right away, but after a couple of days. She doesn't remember anything, she doesn't know anything. She's staying with the old man for now. Uh... With the baron. We're thinking about what to do, it's a strange situation.