Everything alive in the Verdant Shroud carries a little light. The coldbrand is the hole in it, and by the time you understand what you are looking at, you are already standing inside its reach.
He stands, drums his chest, and fills the air with orange dust. That is the warning. Everything after it is a choice somebody made.
Fire is what the Shroud runs on. Bring some to this thing and you are feeding it, not fighting it.
Everything green in the Verdant Shroud is standing on something that burned. Grennoch is the one who lit it.
The Shroud lights itself at night. Bring a torch anyway, and something with a thousand wings will come put it out.
A fierce jungle protector and her loyal panther Thorn, sworn to defend the Emerald Clearing and the secrets it holds.