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.
He rummages through his pockets.
One paperclip, a pen, and a handful small denomination coins.
"Conservation of mass? How much do you have to know about the stuff you're changing, or what you're turning it into? Can you change me into something?"
"Yes, a little bit more than nothing or more for complicated things, and yes but I won't."
"We suspect the Nemeton may have drawn her here somehow. As far as I know, nothing like summoning has existed in our world- but now it does."
"You think it wants blood again? I would totally offer but I'm still using mine."
"The Nemeton gets its power from being a ritual place for druids for a long time. Sacrifice is kind of a theme, because all the really strong druidic stuff is based on sacrifice. That's how me and Stiles are connected to it, we did a ritual sacrifice."
"It was pretty easy as those go, I guess? We had to drown ourselves in ice water, and we all made it back okay."
"We each had someone there who meant a lot to us, as...incentive to come back."
"Actually, if you two are close enough, you could try it. It might be enlightening; the Nemeton put all this work into bringing you here, after all."