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.
"Sorry about that. We would have come to get you sooner if we'd realized it was going to be this nice. I thought since it likes blood sacrifice it would be less friendly."
"It's all right. I am in favor of caution regarding magical trees of unsure intention."
The tree he's standing next to has a rather intricate flowery pattern in the trunk.
"It turns out the magic tree is a fan of your girlfriend and they had a nice telepathic chat."