I could ask her if Commune was working, but unlike someone I'm fresh out of fancy spells.

[ Strolling over to the vine-wrapped tree whose leaf Molly has plucked, he looks up into the boughs to see if there is any fruit. ]

If we look around a little more we mi —

[ The vines ensnare Fjord like whips, dragging him back to the bole of the tree with a thud that knocks the breath from his lungs. His eyes widen as the weirdly tentacle-like appendages tighten around his limbs, holding him prone ...

And then nothing else happens. One of the vines slithers around his thigh and his shout turns into a squeak. ]

... Molly! Help.