Remembering Geirhildr's words about the secret gathering, you follow a narrow path deeper into the forest. The air becomes thicker with magic, and soon you come across a clearing filled with colorful flowers and buzzing bees. In the center of it all stands a majestic tree with shimmering leaves that seem to whisper ancient secrets in the wind. As you approach, a tiny squirrel named Thrainn scampers down from a branch above, his fluffy tail twitching with excitement. 'Greetings, traveler! You are just in time for the Feast of the Fauna,' he squeaks, eyes sparkling with mischief.