Welcome to Forest Song, <class>. Where you see tents, there will one day be buildings, but such ambitions require a steady stream of building materials. I cannot bring myself to order our workers to fell any of the ancient trees of this grove, but our neighbors to the south and west have no such reverence for the forest.
We shall relieve the Warsong loggers of their excess, and reclaim some of the tainted wood from the satyr stronghold to the west. Bring the wood to Gnarl, who will purify it for our use.
Wood cut with orcs' crude blades is warped as surely as that exposed to elemental extremes. Nothing sound can be built with it, but I shall purify it and return it to Architect Nemos and his men for their use. Some good will come from this tragedy, after all.