Among the treants borne of the necklace, one in particular stood above all the others to have received the gift of life and sentience. I suspect if they have fallen, he may be the only one that remains. He spent his days tending to each and every bloom and bud, and his evenings rooted in the ground to serve as a nest for the smaller critters. If he is alive, and I pray that to be true, then he may know what happened. I am holding out hope for my good friend, Woodwyrd.