"You can hardly believe your eyes. There stands a dendroid feeding a large bonfire from a stack of branches. "Are you cold, sir, uh...?" you ask. "No, I'm not cold, you odd little fleshy thing! I'm destroying a bane to all dendroids, a very curse upon creation!" says the dendroid. He turns to you abruptly. "Have you ever been married?" "Well, actually, no I haven't" you answer. "Oh, well I guess you wouldn't understand about mothers-in-law then." The dendroid begins to add more wood to the fire. He invites you over for dry roasted pine nuts and you contribute a bottle of New World Stout Ale. "