"I know not how to explain it, exactly." Here he glances up to meet Merek's wary eye. Had it only been he, himself, who had the feeling upon entering the wood-- the feeling like a drop of ice water running down the back of one's neck, of the feeling of there being something almost unearthly within reach? "You did not get a ... sense from this place? Not the grove of the Chapel, but the wood surrounding?"