Tale 178 told by Bishop on 16.04.03
The Living Forest

- It is alive, the elf said. The very forest is alive. Tried to hold me 
  back it did.  My human companion had it worse though. His clothes were 
  torn to shreds. Scratches and cuts, scratches and cuts.

The elf rose with a chuckle and made for the door. Before he was gone, he
turned his silvery eyes on me and said: There are ways and means my friend, of
laying such a hostile place at your feet. 

With a laugh he was gone, leaving me scratching my head. It made little sense
to me, but you seem like the adventuring sort.