You must bring us, a Shrubbery.

Hearing Ruth's suggestion, Grim considered the idea. Meditating, talking to a piece of an ancient elvhen "god", and potentially blacking out in the process, it all seemed overwhelming. But he also knew he couldn't keep avoiding the issue. With a hesitant nod, he agreed to the plan. Alright, I guess I can give it a try.

He was nervous about talking with Ghilain’nan, but it made sense that he should know more about them. He was at least a bit curious, he just, was still wrapping his head around the fact he was sharing his body with some piece of an ancient Elvhen wannabe god. Cheese looked excited as Ruth put his hand in his pocket, but then disappointed when he came out with a flask.

So, we just... sit quietly and try to reach out to them? Grim asked, his voice betraying a hint of trepidation. He took the flask from Ruth, taking a quick swig before passing it back. Here goes nothing, I suppose. He muttered, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath to steady his nerves. He then waited on Ruth to tell him what to do next.