Page Two - The Hollow Tree and the One Who Riddles

Recorded on a damp page with odd sap stains and a faint scent of cinnamon and regret.

After leaving the glowing pond, Hermeitis hears... singing. No, wait-chanting? Laughing? Gargling?
He follows the sound to a massive hollow tree split down the middle, with glowing moss growing like veins up its trunk.

Inside the tree sits a creature-a half-rotted wooden mannequin animated by magic and sass. It introduces itself as: