Father Ent, I plead with you for mercy. Kendalius has been unkind toward your children, but it was surely done in haste, likely caused by his restless sleep. See here, he is the one chosen to bear your seed; even now, its brambles grow around his arm. Recall, fairest guardian of the god, of the agreement we made when the seed was placed and of our faithfulness in obtaining the information of the librarians at your request.
history: Roll(1d20)+10:16,+10 Total:26
(thanks for the tip on the dice roller)