Tesala's Word

There is a shadow that lurks unseen in the forests of Teldrassil, a tainted air that hangs like an acrid pall over the seemingly pristine glades. It has twisted and corrupted my sisters, making them distempered and aggressive. Malos assures me his research may lead to a cure for my sisters.

The treant Malos speaks of I have seen meandering the forests below here, withered, twisted, and enraged. A haunting visage it possesses, its mind tainted by the very darkness that has touched my sisters. You should be able to find it walking along the eastern edge of the Wellspring Lake.

Go and bring this news to Malos. I hope that I have been of aid to him in return for his kindness.

You are back. Do you bring word from Tasala of my treant's whereabouts?

I see. So it is as I feared. Broken free of my control, gnarled and enraged, it has been twisted beyond recognition by the undercurrent of corruption that plagues Teldrassil.