After learning about the sentinel, Thea's face lights up in excitement although she appears to be decently intimidated after hearing the news. As Liavyre walks away, Thea closes her eyes and readies herself to react to the slightest indications of danger.

To Liavyre (telepathically):

Liavyre Nature 17

After hearing Thea telepathically, she gives a nod to let her know she acknowledged, but doesn't look her way.

Liavyre also interjects (in Elvish)

She holds up her palm to the group just to make sure they know to not come forward, yet.

(Just to note, it was only the Persuasion check that allowed the advantage, so I'll take the first roll of the Nature check)

The huge wooden beast slowly advances to the edge of the treeline. It can be seen now that the features of this plant bull are lightly covered in ivy-like vines, helping it seemingly blend in with its environment. After a couple of seconds it begins to continue towards Liavyre, its intentions still unknown.

Insight: 6

Canary got distracted from trying to analyze the mysterious forest sprit by the clouds up above, truely such magnificent shapes.

"Why is it walking towards us? I don't like this." Fjorgin's hand slowly inches toward his morningstar.

Insight: 17

"Calm your self, The tree hasn't any reason to be crossed with us just let the elf to her bit, and please don't drawn weapons less you want to give the log a reason."

8 

Liavyre remains as casual as possible, keeping no weapons drawn, but wonders exactly what its intensions are

Insight 22

Canary and Filtch:

 Fjorgin and Liavyre:

 (Just gonna put an initiative order down in case anyone wants to act upon the above)

INITIATIVE:

Wooden Sentinel: 16

Canary: 5
Filtch: 15
Fjorgin: 11
Liavyre: 20
Ragmin: 3
Thea: 13

INITIATIVE ORDER

Liavyre
Thea
Ragmin

Wooden Sentinel

Fjorgin
Canary
Filtch

"Nobody do anything stupid yet. Just let Liavyre talk." Fjorgin's hand goes back to his side, away from his weapon.

Liavyre remains in place and does not give any hostile intentions towards it.

In Elvish, "Here, a gesture of my intent." 

She puts her shortswords and bow on the ground beside her (that were not in her hands in the first place) and shows her empty hands in a gesture of non-violence. She then takes out a spring of mistletoe in her hand and casts Goodberry producing 10 berries from it, cupped in both palms of her hands. She outstretches them towards the sentinel, offering them to it as a gift.

(Placer to give Ragmin and Thea a chance to react before the Wooden Guardian can)

Ragmin is watching intently,

Hearing the others mumble in slight distress, Thea opens her eyes again. She watches the sentinel draw closer to Liavyre, but decides not to intervene in any way and wait for what is next to come.

OOC: Psychic focus on Nomadic step.

The wooden sentinel marches forward away from the treeline to beside Liavyre. As she holds the goodberries up, the sentinel's eyes seem to emit a faint green glow. The goodberries then rumble and fall from Liavy're hand, sprouting slightly as they fall into the floor. The sentinel then seems to turn to head back towards the forest.

For Liavyre:

"...uhm, hey...what is that supposed to mean now? It didn't seem like we made much of an impression. Are we allowed to pass? Does it want us to follow it?" , Thea raises her voice with a puzzled look on her face, now that the sentinel has turned its back on the group.

Liavyre motions the group forward with a sigh of relief, "We're safe. Come on out. Thankfully it likes berries...we may enter the forest. Definitely not following it though. We shouldn't press our luck further." She goes to pick up her weapons, but sits on the ground while kneeling to pick them up. Taking a brief moment to gather to her thoughts as everyone walks over.

After a brief pause she takes out her small book and begins drawing a very brief sketch of the sentinel while it's still fresh in her mind, as well as sketching its "footprints"

"Well done Liavyre". Ragmin pats her on the shoulder and follows her.

Liavyre says while making her notes, "I'm just glad we didn't have to fight it. I'd rather not have any of us turn into a plant, permanently. However, I'm glad we saw it...an extraordinarily rare sight, but I'm glad it's gone."

She finishes up her quick sketches and notes, stands up, checks her equipment, and says, "Anyway, shall we press on? Since we're entering a forest we can proceed swiftly and without fear of getting lost. Oh wait, I nearly forgot..."

Taking out the circlet from the slain Giant's loincloth that she took earlier, "Since we have a moment we can inspect this. I'm not very knowledgeable with these. Who wishes to take a look? Pip, do you happen to recognize it?"

Liavyre holds it out for anyone to take or inspect.