Ravensblood Forest this place is right where you need to be

Oof! Sorry for the terrible wait!

He waited patiently, watching her somewhat curiously as she maneuvered around to scratch her ear. Finally, she got to her feet and fell into step next to him. East listened quietly as the woman discussed the trees here, occasionally casting his trained gaze around them to check for any signs of danger. She mentioned the weird substance on the tree trunks that resembled blood; he had noticed it too but hadn't given it much thought other than to think it was a little strange. 

He watched her circle one of the trees in question, following her gaze as it drifted up the tree. Curious as always, he made his way over to there as well, bringing his nose to the strange, red goo and inhaling its scent. It doesn't smell like blood, he noted, wrinkling his nose a bit. The scent of blood was something he knew well, and this stuff did not smell even remotely close to it. Instead, it had a sickly sweet smell that assaulted his senses a little. What was the point of this stuff? Everything had a purpose in life, so the warrior wondered what the purpose of this strange, oozing substance was.