Lisa bit her lower lip as she regarded the undead horseman behind her. If she had needed more proof that there was devilry going on at the inn of which the Ent spoke, it had just arrived on a rotting, skeletal mount. Her mace arm twitched as the Ent spoke once more, apparently too preoccupied with the evil ahead to regard the wickedness that had just invaded their presence.

But she was given no time to react as a gigantic 40-foot dragon appeared a ways away from her. There was something rotten in this forest to attract such fiends, and Lisa would dally no longer.

"Damnable stealth dragons," Lisa cursed, running towards the awful sight, "rather sneaky for a gigantic black serpent in the verdant woods, aren't you? Well you won't escape me much longer!"

There was much for the good paladin to do, but once she was done, the wise, peaceful Ent could live without worry.