“Psst. Help me.” A furtive voice echoed across the twinkling cave. A reclusive Doomling was imprisoned in a cage made of living roots. “Who captured you?” Hero tugged at the roots, causing them to tighten their grip. The recluse closed his eyes. “A tree.” Relieved, Hero announced, “I speak tree! I’ll talk to it for you!” “No. What? No! This is an ANCIENT, EVIL tree. Its roots wander deep, and its tendrils reach far, bringing strife and catastrophe to Enderas. I can stop it, but I need your help. First, you need to let me out...”