You're about 150 feet up in the air. As to the spell, it would work fine under normal circumstances, but these are elven trees. They will only answer to the Elder druid of the community.
You slip the vial free with ease, this boy's not particularly bright. As you do, you clearly hear the commander's voice say, "Wait here." He steps through the door with an air of authority that hushes the room. Even though he has changed out of his uniform armour, he is obviously recognized by everyone in the room. "Everyone out. You two, start explaining." Everyone casually picks up and leaves, including the employees. Apparently this is not a man to mess with. Pulling up a chair, he flops down in it with all the casual indifference of a wandering minstrel, plopping a foot down on the chair beside yours. Eyeing you for a moment, he sees you take in a breath of air. "Shut up for a second." Looking to the squire, he says in his army voice, "You messed up. Again. This better be worth it . . . "
Then, looking to you, he says, "Well?"
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