Down in the forest, there is a tree.
What's left of one, anyway.
The Nemeton calls another supernatural creature to its town.
The blood that drips onto it forms a circle.
"I might be able to help you. I have an abundance of free time, and little to fill it with."
"I don't think they'll be happy if I lead you straight to them. Can I bring some of them to a neutral meeting place? Somewhere less public than right outside the library."
"That went well. Okay, we can probably go back now, if you want, or if you had my other projects, I can try to help?"
"About halfway. If it feels oddly creepy, I think that is a good sign. That's how it felt to me before I remembered, and afterwards the feeling was gone."