"You see that face in the side of the tree outside the window? It sees you too. How about that one there in the woodgrain on the rafters? Yeah, they're watching us." The old man shifts in his seat to get closer to the youthful entrepreneur. "I hear you plan to go into the heart of the forest, that you have it in your head to start a lumber-mill in these parts. You wouldn't be the first who tried. I'll give you the same warning I gave them: Stay here, the People of the Wood have no problem with you here, but if you continue...well, if you're lucky, you might come back like ol' Carl." With a thumb jab he indicates a jumpy and sad looking middle aged man who spills his ale on himself as soon as he hears his name. "I've seen that look before...you don't believe me. Suit yourself, but when your screaming some madness about how you didn't mean to hurt them, be sure to tell them I told you so." Instinct: To protect the forest

• Observe everything
• Cause fear/paranoia over time
• Predict the future based off the past