"There are more places like this one," she confirms with a solemn nod. "It does not seem to have one single source. It is a pestilence, a plague upon our house in these woods." Sighing, she turns away from the blight and begins to walk back through the trees. Always she walks as though she has nowhere to go, which is precisely why her feet always lead her where she needs to be.
"Thank you - that may be of some help, though I personally have never seen this happen." As for the magic, well... "The Fae possess the magic you speak of, yes. But there is no Fae who would drain the heart of the forest. None strong enough to do this, besides."
Sum of all, and by them, driven
To conquer every mountain shown