The towering ironclad tree could only process so much as he was bombarded by the exclamations of the kindly lizards and the... other lizard. The one that was not covered in woven fibers, at least from the waist up. Was he the one that drew it here? The perversion was strongest here. Though he would have had to focus himself on finding it's source if he wanted to truly find it. However, between the stomping of the undead cattle, shouting of the assassins, and fawning questions of the gentle lady scaleborn, he was slow to respond. The tree was a simple creature with little concept of urgency, so it felt no need to hurry in it's response. Taking each in turn. Perhaps it would even have time to scold the bone creature for it's hostility towards his precious scaleborns by the end...
"I... I aaaaammmm...?" the creature's bark creaked beneath the plating of it's armor as it became lost in thought. Trying to narrow down something it's could describe itself as. "Hrrrrrrmmmm.. Alive." it finally answered the assassin. The branches curling from it's neck shifting as if it had turned it's 'face' towards the necromancer before groaning out its next answer.
"I walked... for... two moons?" Trying to satisfy what it thought she was asking. The concept of distance only really beginning to dawn on the creature in the last summer as it followed the flocks of birds during the change of seasons.

It was now that the connotation of Sheo's 'pull their tails off' sunk in through the creatures thick exterior, eliciting an almost disappointed creaking from the 'rotwood' as it took a step forward past the necromancer with a gnarled, root entwined, skeletal hand held out towards the Minotaur.
"Ooooooohh... Don't. You're dead.... why... hrrrrmmmm... so angry? They don't need.... to be dead... too."

Name: Sylgurd
Race/sex: Spriggan(?)
Homeland: Vallenwood
Vocation: Swordsman, Earth Tender.
Abilities - Animal Friendship, Detect Life, Controlled growth.

Physical appearance:
While immobile, Sylgurd appears to be little more then a corpse, whose armor and skeleton has been consumed by time and the tree whose roots wind and fill the interior of the metal and bone shell left to rot and return to nature. This is description however, not entirely false. Awakened, Sylgurd stands to the top of his branch's stands towering over most common folk (6'7") and bears the weight of both wood and metal with each step the miniature giant takes. Beneath the moss and corrosion of the bog and forest, the armor itself appears to have been of been forged from Ayleid steel and of an ancient design dating back to the second era. And, if one should look closely enough beneath the bark and roots, the flame licked skeleton of an elf is still trapped and woven within. Before their death, the man or woman would have been a giant among their people. Reanimated by a bizarre combination of natural and necromantic magics.
The creatures sword however appears to be a more modern(ish) Nordic design and bears the inscription: Sylgurd. Likely the name of it's previous owner, now dead and one with the forest in the endless cycle. The sapling warrior no doubt becoming interested with the word and adopting it as it's title.

Personality:
Sylgurd is surrounded by a nigh incorruptible sense of tranquility. In spite of having strength and durabilty like a great oak and the ability to break men and beasts alike with the ease of snapping twigs (typically wielding it's greatsword in a single root and bone hand), Sylgurd is slow to violence. Even after an enemy has taken several blows against him. It does not appear to have a desire to end the existence of other creatures, but does not fear doing doing so as it only adds to the life of everything around it. The fallen decomposing to join the stream of creation once again. However, it appears to have an aversion to fire beyond simply being a creature of wood. Sylgurd retains memories of it's previous life and is torn between reality and it's own nostalgia at times. The flame perhaps invoking a great fear of it's previous end as the scorch marks and blackened bones might suggest. With both it's current and past memories, Sylgurd prefers to interact with elves over most other species with humans being avoided when possible. However after life in the bog and forest, Argonians in particular are welcome and are typically seen as oversized intelligent reptiles to be cared and provided for. The tree finding the ability to tell them and other scaled creatures apart very difficult.

Bio/history:
[-To be added-]