"Hmph," he said, a noise of dry amusement that couldn't truly be called a laugh. "Would that the treants of the Twelveswood were so generous." Did treants even produce fruit? He'd heard from time to time about certain types bearing acorn-like nuts, but not fruit, and nothing suitable to be eaten even if one dared to try and pluck them.

"And perhaps that is for the best. I can't imagine the soil here would provide much to allow it to do so easily. Should we manage to find some usable seeds, we'll likely have to plant small fish next to them if we hope to have them grow well, or perhaps at all"