The green light.

Shadowheart makes her way deeper into the grove, and eventually comes across the entrance of where a healer might reside, but-

“Let me through, mragreshem, or i’ll rip your damned throat out!” A tiefling yells.

The druid guarding the entrance transforms, their body growing and shifting as they take the form of a large brown bear.

*GROWL*

Great, now she has to deal with this.

Shadowheart pushes through the group of tieflings, and crosses her arms, standing confidently, attempting to intimidate.

“Let me through.”