The Tree's Gift

It's a bright and sunny morning, the birds are chirping, and the summer wind is gentle. Phadraril had to squint her eyes against the bright sunlight, wincing some as she walked through the forest on the surface, still unused to the brightness of it all. Up ahead in the distance she notices a town and given that she is in the human lands it could be a coin toss on how she is received. "Bigots or perverts woo which one will it be this time I wonder." She says out loud as she adjusts the belt full of daggers around her hips, her movement is fluid and graceful despite the black studded leather armor cladding her rather shapely feminine form. As she ventures closer to the village, she notices smoke rising from some of the buildings as though they were on fire. Upon seeing this she quickens her pace wondering what disaster has befallen this town, whether it be a monster attack or **** of nature she goes knowing fully well that if she helps, she will be much more warmly welcomed.