As you set out once more under the swollen canopy of the Deepwood you realize how sick this place is. You feel stifled by the thick air and the ever present smell of rot, a stark contrast to the sweet breeze of the Wychwood. You feel remorse that you may never see it again. Your reverie is broken as you sense Samil's eyes on you. The apparition or whatever he is, is waiting for you, sitting on a dead trunk. He looks at you as though trying to figure something out. On your approach, he gets up, smiles, and walks off in the direction of the cave - fading to nothing.