the monsters turned out to be just trees

hope keeps us breathing, just to kill us in the end

For a moment it was all alright, it was fine, and then suddenly vines and furred arms were encircling Loren and the alchemist could only watch with a wide and concerned gaze. Were another man in his body he might well have challenged the two guards and the others that appeared. He was a beast of mythic proportions after all, and as he'd been reminded on more than a few occasions, the strongest mage in all the Hollowed Grounds. Instead though, he merely gulped unsteadily, holding a hand out to try and corral Astra away from the summoner, given that she'd likely try and force her way after him.

For...how long? Remi asked the guards, trying to be as respectful as possible and in so doing didn't use words that the summoner would be able to hear. May I accompany you where you take him?