"... Mana. Power. Something, anything. 
This one will not be made a fool by humans, not as this ones kin has."

Long ago, mana and seedlings were set out from the shores of Valmasia in hopes of spreading across Eternia.
Guided by but one of the original Ents, a being powerful enough to shape the ancient city of Tilandre into a blossoming garden of his own creation.
Spread far and wide were these seedlings, forging their own willows of decay and beauty upon the shores of many a continents.
But one of these locations was a single cavern off the shores of Esshar, claimed by nature and consumed in azure.
All Gyras sought from this ancient power of nature, this voice which had once commanded plant life across continents whole?
Was but a taste of that power another had wielded before them.
Just.
One.
Bite.

Name: Gyras
Attendees: Quite literally anyone who even remotely knows him.
Plants do not discriminate nor care.
Risk: ???
Tone: Tree of Mana type beat.
Rewards: Fruit of The Whispering Willows.
DM: Kale