The Sentinels but the well is dry

Sam had helped her out more than once now, so she would indulge him. Visala moved to a stand at his nudge, stumbling forward. Alright, alright, just calm down. She sighed, choosing not to comment on his little slip-up. I'll help you look for the tree.

The problem was that she had no idea what would qualify the tree as special. Maybe if she just walked along with Sam he would spot it on his own. I'm not the offering though, right?