You have to be careful around here.
The trees can hear you.
Sometimes I understand their whispers, but most of the time I try to ignore them because if you’re caught and questioned by The Slayers, the less you know, the better.
It’s difficult to live this way; treating everyone as suspicious as though you can’t trust them. Most of the time now though, you can’t. Still, there are a few of us trust-worthy souls who still survive and try to uphold the Old Ways.
But, one day, we’ll all be gone.