Dei plena gratia

"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?"